I miss Alaska; all the people I met, all the places I became familiar with, all of those things. And I miss Daisy.
Moreover, I miss the things I had while I was there, the facets of my personality that I allowed to escape. I miss the solitude. I miss the beauty. I miss the cool air. I miss the smell of a fire in the garage. I miss the trash dump. I miss Oso. I miss Dwayne and Carolyn. And Brianna! I certainly miss you, and I miss Sam as well. I miss Bryan. I miss Kostia. I miss Jared, and of course, Angela. I miss freedom; a freedom that I know I can never again experience or posess. I miss plentiful daylight. I miss music. I miss church. I miss people who seemed to understand- dare I say care and sympathize with- me. I miss the sense of equality; never before have I been so equal with so many unequal people. I miss peace. I miss living at work, or working at home, depending on how you see things. I miss having new responsibilities. I miss being away from old responsibilities. I miss flying. I miss living on a runway. I miss predictable unpredictability.
But, there are things that I don't miss. I don't miss the random frustrations. I don't miss having too much to do. I don't miss other people deciding what my priorities are (NOT talking about Dwayne there; Dwayne is welcome to help me with my priorities ANYTIME!!!). I don't miss the shower's erratic hot water supply. I don't miss worrying about whether any water would flow the next time I turn on the fill valve. I don't miss the danger of the runway. And there are certainly several people that I am glad to be away from.
Wow. And now, I am going to post MY comment to MY blog, just as you've done!!
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Do I miss Alaska, or do I miss Daisy?
Yes.
I miss Alaska; all the people I met, all the places I became familiar with, all of those things.
And I miss Daisy.
Moreover, I miss the things I had while I was there, the facets of my personality that I allowed to escape. I miss the solitude. I miss the beauty. I miss the cool air. I miss the smell of a fire in the garage. I miss the trash dump. I miss Oso. I miss Dwayne and Carolyn. And Brianna! I certainly miss you, and I miss Sam as well. I miss Bryan. I miss Kostia. I miss Jared, and of course, Angela.
I miss freedom; a freedom that I know I can never again experience or posess. I miss plentiful daylight. I miss music. I miss church. I miss people who seemed to understand- dare I say care and sympathize with- me. I miss the sense of equality; never before have I been so equal with so many unequal people. I miss peace. I miss living at work, or working at home, depending on how you see things. I miss having new responsibilities. I miss being away from old responsibilities. I miss flying. I miss living on a runway. I miss predictable unpredictability.
But, there are things that I don't miss. I don't miss the random frustrations. I don't miss having too much to do. I don't miss other people deciding what my priorities are (NOT talking about Dwayne there; Dwayne is welcome to help me with my priorities ANYTIME!!!). I don't miss the shower's erratic hot water supply. I don't miss worrying about whether any water would flow the next time I turn on the fill valve. I don't miss the danger of the runway. And there are certainly several people that I am glad to be away from.
Wow. And now, I am going to post MY comment to MY blog, just as you've done!!
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