Home Sweet Home

Back in San Diego safe and sound. Loving it. surprised at the short shorts being worn by san diego teens in full view of parents. amazed at the selection of 5 cheeses at subway sandwiches. surprised at the lack of scary scroogelike man unwilling to part with a few extra olives. that's the extent of the culture shock so far. cant believe my hometown is so beige. really, not very pretty. 2 stories and beige all around. not that taiwan and their rotting tiling was prettier, it wasn't at all. but they need some color up in here.

flight to SD uneventful--sat next to a girl who kept reapplying her pink nail polish on the plane. thank you, captain inconsiderate! stood in line behind two teenagers who had the most inane conversation i had ever heard about straightening and curling their hair. they were being very judgemental about other people's outfits for two girls who had spent a lot of time making themselves up to look like vagrants. i lost IQ points listening to them. i decided it was probably best that i couldn't understand most of what my students talked about in Taiwan.

andrea is a miracle worker. she packed all my stuff tightly and compactly into three bags. only one vietnamese bag casualty, all dishes and everything came through in flying colors despite the fact that we packed 60 pounds of stuff in a bright yellow nylon sack which ripped apart when i got it home. perfect timing.

i love san diego. i love my house. i love groceries and pantries and comfy furniture.

things not loved by the julie: escalation of middle eastern conflict. i get off the plane and am informed israel has bombed lebanon. shit! bad things seem to happen to other people when i take trips. afer the russia,ukraine,vn trip i found out that things had gone to hell at work in a way not seen since the fateful summer of '04 when i pretty much realized i didnt ever want to renew my contract. heinous.