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90.  I’ve never made more than $7 an hour… yeah, I was getting ripped off for years, then I graduated and couldn’t find a job I liked or that paid well.  I’m ashamed of that.

Dear World,

So… I’m back.  But not really.  This next week I’ll be busy packing and then I’m going to drive to Duke to start graduate school.  So I won’t be posting regularly for another few weeks and I might not be able to return to daily posting at all depending on how hard this Master’s degree is going to be.

But first, an update on my vacation:

It’s difficult to visit people you really care about if they live so far away.  I never feel sad when I visit Trumpet Rob, for instance, because I know he’s just a few thousand miles away and I can hop over whenever I get the urge (which is often enough).  With a few of my cousins and with all of my Australian friends, however, I know I won’t be able to go back for quite a while.

Especially now that the US Dollar is worth so little overseas.  In Australia, I was spending nearly $50 a day on food and drinks.  Yikes.  So it’s hard.

Knowing that you’re with a person you really care about, but after a short while you won’t be there anymore and life just has to move on.

If I were a better person or a worse writer, I’d look for some sort of message or metaphor in that statement.  I haven’t thought about it too carefully, but I think it’s referring to cheese.

Anyway, in my time away, I went to three graduations, stayed in eight different houses, caught up with a dozen of the best people on the planet, had deep conversations, had silly adventures, helped people moved, went broke three times, saw a goth wear pink, had ecstatic greetings, and had heart-wrenching goodbyes.  Also, I think I swallowed a bug.

It’s good to be back, but it was fucking terrible to leave.

[Warning: this post contained a swear word.  My mate Anson would say that’s c**tastic.]

90.  I’ve never made more than $7 an hour… yeah, I was getting ripped off for years, then I graduated and couldn’t find a job I liked or that paid well.  I’m ashamed of that. Dear World, So… I’m back.  But not really.  This next week I’ll be busy packing and then I’m going to…