It still feels like a dream that I will be going home in a week.
I haven’t seen my mom in almost two and a half years, and seeing that I used to see her a few times a week, this is going to be an epic reunion with my dear lovely momma.
I just want to give her a big hug and never let go because I know that she won’t be around one day to do it again. The guy at the heating dealership has his mom working there and I go and talk to her sometimes just to feel like I have a mom here. I’ve been living overseas for six years because I could no longer take the fast pace of the American lifestyle. I just had an air conditioner tune-up done recently and it cost me about a third of what it would have cost me in America. Everything there costs more and I just got tired of trying to keep up with it all. The heating contractor here works very hard for very little money but the cost of living is so much less here that he has no problem paying his bills each month. I think the people who work in restaurants here get about $4 or $5 per hour, a joke in American standards of pay. I am about to replace my propane boiler with a steam boiler because they told me that it is more efficient and more reliable. I think I will have the pros come and do it for me next week.