Its Just Not Summer Without em.

First, I want to say that I love my job (even though it doesn’t pay.)  Joining the Peace Corps could very well turn out to be the best decision I’ve ever made.  I think I have changed in many ways, and I like to think that when I see all of my friends and family again they will see a different and better person.  And to be perfectly honest, I have not been homesick… until now.

During the first few months if I ever had a stressful day or questioned my decision to come here, I would quickly remind myself that it was winter in Wisconsin and immediately I was happy that I was in Africa.  I could also tell myself that I probably would not find a job.  And while I still probably wouldn’t be able to find a job, there are many things I miss about being home in the summer.

I miss my family.  I miss sailing.  I miss sailing with my family.  I miss racing with my dad on Wednesdays and then being rewarded with nice meal out.

I miss going for a swim in the lake after a long run.

Mountain biking, man I miss mountain biking.

THE MILWAUKEE BREWERS.

I’m not sure how I started to become a fan.  I certainly wasn’t the best little leaguer.  I think a lot of it had to do with my grandpa.  If the crew was playing, he was watching or listening to them on the radio.  I’ll never forget the summer that I lived in New York, when the Brewers were finally turning into something.  I could not watch the Brewers as regularly as I would have preferred but whenever I called my grandparents it usually was during a brewers game and I always called at just the right moment.  My grandpa would put the phone up to the radio so I could hear Uecker calling the play.  Whenever I was home during the summer, I would always walk down the street to watch the games with my grandparents.  My grandpa died a few years ago but I would still watch the games with my grandma.  My grandma and I share the same birthday and as a surprise my family took her to a brewer game, I wish I could have been there.

I miss my friends.  Today, two of my close friends, Wes and Britta, are getting married.  Wes was one of my roommates in college but I’m probably just as close to Britta as I am to him.

Wes and Britta met each other through myself and the rest of my college roommates, Andy, Shawn and Dave.  Its been nearly two years since all of us have been together and I can’t believe it has been that long because I know I could just show up at the wedding and it would be like we were never apart.  Those guys are like brothers to me and I can’t wait for all of us to be together again.  But unfortunately, that won’t be for a while.

I sure am missing out this weekend.