Twas a long and tiring 11 days, but I am home - safe and sound. My room is cold and dirty, but one of these I can fix quite easily - the other will have to wait.

I have uploaded lots of pictures from my trip, including some almost decent pictures of Alon and I. One day we’ll get a really good one, I promise. But these ones are monumentally better than the ones we took last December. I miss him already, and even though he gets unlimited blogging time (minus sleep and homework time) I know he misses me too.

On the plane home I outlined about 8 good posts. 3 of which will appear on this blog, and the other 5 on Eco-Chick and Feminists Inc. Both of which I plan on contributing to much more frequently. However, none of these posts are going to get done tonight. I can barely hold my head up I’m so tired. I got little sleep last night, even after Alon fell asleep I sort of just sat in bed thinking about music, journalism and the Victoria Transit system. Then we got up early so that he could go to class, and I could go to the air port… It was a sad moment.

Anyway, it’s sort of good to be home, only because it gives me back a degree of regularity. Im not looking forward to heading back into work, though. I have no show for Wednesday… :S As well as no clean underwear. I’m not really sure which of these problems is worse. (Actually I think I might have like 2 pairs of clean underwear… … I think.) Im also glad to be around my roommates again. You realize how much you actually like people when you’re away from them… I was actually really excited and happy to see Dan, not even because that meant I didn’t have to take a bus home, but because I missed him… And I keep listening for Ashley to come home. I heart my roomies. And I miss my old roomies… lots. (Big hugs to Lenster and Samie.)

Only like 20 something odd days until I am back in the air flying across the continent again. And only 30 some odd days until Alon is flying to this side of the continent.
Just as a heads up - tomorrow I hope to do a late version of Monday Love, a post about taxi drivers, shell the oil company, women working over motherhood, my thoughts of Dawkins atheism, Borat, art museums, personal bubbles, NBC In-flight and um… Sex and the City probably.

I always forget how much I like taxi drivers. The first one I was riding with today said to me "Wow, we should all be so lucky as to have someone that would fly across the world to see you." …Which sort of leads me to another question of … why are long distance relationships popping up everywhere these days? …More about my thoughts on this tomorrow. For now - bed time. I have class at 9:30, and I have a midterm. …BWA … That should be interesting.