Home Sweet Home

You never know how much you love your life until you go away from it for a while. Coming back I missed my country, I missed my home and I missed my friends. Although in this whole process, coming home had one problem. I now miss my family. I have three older brothers and in Mexico the last one got married. I am happy for him and to tell you the truth don't really notice a difference. He wasn't home all that much to begin with, however I keep thinking that it is going to hit me soon enough.

As for Mexico, I wouldn't go again. I mean it was a nice experience and my brother has awesome wedding photos, but Mexico for me was not all it was cracked up to be. I was expecting to go to Mexico and eat spicy food that makes my eyes water and my nose run. However the hottest thing I ate while I was down there was dipping sauce from when we got pizza at Domino's Pizza in the airport. Out of 22 people there about 9 got sick, including myself. Weather it was heat stroke or the food we ate, a lot of people just didn't feel right. Including my mother who is still sick from catching some kind of bacteria while she was there. All and all however the trip was beautiful. I did get some what of a tan, which I think was pretty good considering the fact that I don't tan and am one of the pastiest people I know.

When I got home I was glad to be here, seeing everyone again was fantastic. However yesterday I seem to have caught the flu bug and have been feeling really lousy the past couple of days. Which brings me to the question of why is it when we get sick we always want our mothers? It seems odd. Why not our fathers, or friends? I am hoping I will be over it by tomorrow. I have plans to go see Prince of Persia with some friends, and also have to work. So I can't miss that.

As for not commenting on every ones blogs, I promise I will do that as soon as I am up and running again. Have a good weekend!