running low on fuel

Now don't get me wrong: I LOVE my job.  I think that's pretty evident.  But I must admit I am looking forward to my break.  I am feeling a bit alone.  I miss being with people who know me.  I am feeling landlocked and miles away from the ocean.  (of course, that probably has something to with the fact that I AM)  I also think that I am just not feeling particularly sociable and I am in a homestay again.

I love my homestay.  Really I do.  And I was having a very nice time at dinner tonight, listening to grandma comment that she hopes one of the presidential candidates dies so she doesn't have to choose one to vote for (yikes) and managing to swallow some over-cooked steak (mind you, I like my meat bleeding) which was made much easier in combination with some absolutely glorious tomatoes.  But then they started talking about defibulators and senior citizen medication and I just zoned out.  I kept waiting for a lull in the conversation so that I could excuse myself, but it never came.

I think the real problem is I am actually feeling extremely sociable, but want to hang out with people my own age.  I don't even really care if I know them at this point.  I am hoping the staff party at the pool here (which is GORGEOUS by the way) tomorrow night will cure my funk.

Most the kids are great this week, but everything is feeling so routine.

Also I have run out of entertainment.  I beat my video game, I finished "The Other Boleyn Girl" and finished season one of the "The Tudors".  I can't seem to watch things streaming on the internet very well here.  Maybe it's time to write a novel.  (Or really, work on learning my new show- which I of course already started to do!)