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Feb. 23rd, 2008 03:56 pm... Odd realization: if the next few years run like this year has, I'm going to be spending very little time in Alaska. Everyone else goes home for Thanksgiving and Spring Break, and while I suppose I could go home at Spring Break, it's probably going to continue to be the time when Mom wants to get out of Alaska. So that's a month home at Christmas, and three months home at summer.
I know it's only two weeks less at home than everyone else, but it's something, you know?
No wonder I kept slipping up in Anchorage and saying that I would be going "home" in mid-January.
I guess I'm homesick. One of the other karate club officers was saying that she honestly would like to live in Alaska and was quizzing me about what it's like, which I suppose contributes. It's weird to tell someone about not having recess in elementary school for two weeks because the temperatures were lower than -10, or about the huge military presence, or about the art community -- trying to describe things I take totally for granted -- even more so things like "My neighborhood has no sidewalks," which sound so weird the minute I say them.
I always thought that Outsiders thought that Alaska was exotic and different because they thought we all live in igloos and drive dog sleds, but it really is very, very different from anywhere else.
I miss being able to get an accurate sense of the outside temperature by looking out my window. Pittsburgh is really bad at that; I look out the window and there's no snow and I think I can get away with a lighter jacket, when actually it's almost zero out and there's just no snow because it all melted when it was 40 yesterday.
And I miss my cat, and I miss downtown.
Yeah. *sigh*
Okay, I'm going to go get some coffee and read an 18th century treatise on reproductive anatomy, and a book on Incan-Spanish gender and religious conflicts. If that doesn't banish homesickness, I don't know what will.
I know it's only two weeks less at home than everyone else, but it's something, you know?
No wonder I kept slipping up in Anchorage and saying that I would be going "home" in mid-January.
I guess I'm homesick. One of the other karate club officers was saying that she honestly would like to live in Alaska and was quizzing me about what it's like, which I suppose contributes. It's weird to tell someone about not having recess in elementary school for two weeks because the temperatures were lower than -10, or about the huge military presence, or about the art community -- trying to describe things I take totally for granted -- even more so things like "My neighborhood has no sidewalks," which sound so weird the minute I say them.
I always thought that Outsiders thought that Alaska was exotic and different because they thought we all live in igloos and drive dog sleds, but it really is very, very different from anywhere else.
I miss being able to get an accurate sense of the outside temperature by looking out my window. Pittsburgh is really bad at that; I look out the window and there's no snow and I think I can get away with a lighter jacket, when actually it's almost zero out and there's just no snow because it all melted when it was 40 yesterday.
And I miss my cat, and I miss downtown.
Yeah. *sigh*
Okay, I'm going to go get some coffee and read an 18th century treatise on reproductive anatomy, and a book on Incan-Spanish gender and religious conflicts. If that doesn't banish homesickness, I don't know what will.
