The Beach

I'm sunburnt and worn out and I miss home. I miss Florida sunshine, my mom, laughing out loud with my friends. I just had a wonderful weekend in Tottori at the San-in Beach Party. 2 nights and 2 days of playing in the ocean and dancing all night long in the sand. It was a miracle - no rain. It's the rainy season in Japan - the forcast said 60% chance all weekend, but not one single drop. I was getting sick when we arrived and I felt better and better all weekend. There was camping and silly games of monkey-in-the-middle amongst the waves, photo shoots on the rocks and Angie's bagpipe performance.

But despite the sheer summer-ness of the weekend (something I've been waiting for here for quite a while, through a winter of occasional snow and a spring of light sweaters and closed shoes, no flip flops, never), I hopped in Chizu's car wishing it would end up back in Florida. This is the most homesick I have ever felt and it's getting worse by the day. I don't know what to do.