The more it snows my chances of making it home get less and less. The worse my chances of getting home the more homesick I become. I my fiancé who works for an airline keeps telling me we’ll figure something out, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. I know he’s running out of ideas. I knew when I moved out here that I may be giving up the possibility of spending holidays with my family. I’ve been sitting at home for the last week so looking forward to my trip...what can you do. I’ll make it home sooner or later, possibly later then sooner.
December 22, 2008
#267
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