Burden of Paradise
Sometimes, you set out on a dream, thinking you are wide awake. You know the feeling, perhaps it was even a bathroom dream a time or two. Certainly you've awaken knowing quite sure that you had gotten up, showered and gotten dressed, and yet, here you are, rumpled sweaty, quarter past nine.
Maybe that's what this is.
I'm afraid that's what it's going to feel like, when I wake up at home again.
Some things I won't miss:
The crudest, rudest, excuses for boy-men I've ever encountered. I've always been "one of the guys", but come on, ewwwww.
"Where's your Louis Vuitton? And you're breasts, so natural, so passe! Come koko!"
"See ma'am, I got it real hard see, see people don't understand see, I got a problem see. I'm a good man see. You got a dollar ma'am, please, just a dollar?"
"Eu quero beija todo seu corpo"
"Oh, girl! Would you look at the package on him!" (from my 40 year old MALE co-worker)
MY JOB: No, I'm sorry, I can't help you. Nope. No. Nothing I can do. Nope. Yes this is what you pay me for.
(I realize of course these aren't all privy to South FLA. But here-they are in ABUNDANCE)
Some things I will miss:
Walking alone to the store at 2 am for a bottle of wine or some ciggarettes if I feel like it.
Making friends at the store at 2am and going out for the night.
THE BEACH-anytime. Wanna go to dinner?- Let's go the beach!!!!!!!
My Hungarian friend-Adrian.
My lovely Tori.
My little Costa Rican-Alberto.
My DREAM (feels good as long as you're still asleep-doesn't it?)