Honey, I'm home!

Okay. So I am back in Maryville after my exciting trek through the middle of no where, magically coming out where I needed to end up.

We tried to leave early Friday. We even left campus earlier than originally planned. But I was having issues getting money out of my bank account so I had to visit mom to borrow money until they let me have access to my check in my account. The pumps at the gas station were backed up. Wendy's had to cook my food fresh, and what was supposed to be only about 6 minutes turned into 10 or more. Finally, we get on the interstate and go.

That is all fine and good until we get off at our exit and try to follow the directions that I got. Wasn't the first of the confusions though because I was supposed to take some ramp to the left and there wasn't a ramp to the left.

There was supposed to be a road on the right that we were supposed to turn on. IT DOESN'T EXIST I TELL YOU! Never found it. Did however find an extra left somewhere in the mix. We turned left TWICE to stay on TN101 when we were only supposed to turn left ONCE (after of course we turned right onto Knoxville Hwy/something/something).

You know those times when you drive for absolutely forever and swear up and down that you need to turn around but you keep going "just in case"? Yeah. Had so many of those times. Because really, when all of the scenery looks the same, you start to worry.

I had a fairly good weekend, honestly. Stayed up until after 3 am Central time (4 am here) Friday night. Woke up Saturday without a voice! They real kicker is that I was in the play that was to be performed that night. And I had no voice! Happy day!

I spent all of Saturday until time for the play drinking teas, honey, odd medieval gatorades. I didn't talk much. I would whisper before I would talk.

Then time for the play came. And I still had no voice! Yay! -.-

I could hear every time my voice was about to crack, but I just tried to ignore it and speak as loudly as I could so that I did my part as best as possible with the least possible number of times that my voice went out.

Then was court, followed by feast.

Feast was good. After the play, I didn't try to spare my voice. I just talked and did everything as I normally would. My voice was better for a while.

I got a broth from pork loin and pickled vegetables poured down my back. That was wonderful, I assure you. Especially since I hate anything pickled.

Next was dance, which was fun. Iazzie, who does our revels normally, left after feast because his lady was sick and at home with their two children and their grandson. Runolfr and Yves, together, led the revel. I was one of the first people there, walking in the door, Yves appears and asks if I want to dance. I said yes and turns out we were jumping into a dance and I was confused at first. Soon enough, I figured it out.

We danced for a while. Soon people began to go off to bed. Actually, everyone left aside from myself, another lady, and Yves. Yves and the other lady were going to do some drumming because she wanted to learn so I stayed. They stayed for a while and then Yves decided to turn in. So I went and wandered a bit before going to take a shower. After my shower I got my phone and wandered up the hill for my whopping one bar of signal to send a text message.

I wandered around a bit and then decided that I wanted to make a phone call (note that this is obviously a brilliant idea seeing as my voice had decided to go back out at this point). I didn't want to have to sit up on the hill for service so I wandered around on the deck until I found a place that I can sit and have a bar or two of service. Thus I proceeded to make my voice entirely more pleasant by wearing it down.

I was heading back in from my phone call when I began to talk to someone. We were sitting in the stairwell of the dormitory style sleeping arrangments. He was on a flight lower than I was, and we just stayed like that until I went off to bed at some fantasticly early hour in the morning.

Woke up this morning to the power being out and a storm about to come in. I was up early considering when I went to bed. Probably about 7:30, really. Then began the rapid packing of everything as to be able to try to leave in time to avoid the storm.

A two hour and 30-ish minute drive later, here I am.


I wasn't completely ignored. I was told that I wouldn't be and I wasn't. But then you left without saying goodbye. After everything else I watched through the day and everything in the past while, I see where my place is.

You kiss with me standing right there with no regard to the fact that you know how I feel about you. And I just pretend like nothing is ripping at the inside of my chest while I think about what I will never have, especially with a specific someone that I wish so greatly had gone with me this weekend.

Honestly, what would you do if I were to have kissed you during all of that? Even with your flu and her standing there. You would not know how to handle it, I think. I thought about doing it. Really I did. But I was nice. I am always nice.