the Dalaverse

Yesterday, I wasn't going home for Easter. This morning, I wasn't going home for Easter. But now I am.

I decided this afternoon, pretty much on a whim, to see if there were any flights to DC on my birthday, next Wednesday. I was fully expecting to find nothing affordable, but there was a flight to Dulles with a layover in Frankfurt that left Wednesday morning, and returned (nonstop) on the 31st. For £340. I called my mom at work to run this idea past her, and immediately started crying.

One of the reasons I haven't been posting much is a mild depression caused by homesickness. Every dream I've had in the past two months that I can remember, which is around two dozen, had my parents in it. Every single dream. Three times I've dreamed that I was at home on a visit, and there was some problem getting back to the UK.

Don't get me wrong, I love my programme and I'm glad to be here and 95% of the time I'm totally fine. But it's hard. It's harder than I thought it would be. While I was doing all this price searching, I wondered if it might not be better to go during the summer, if I really wanted to. But in addition to actually having to write my dissertation at that time, and get/work a job, my parents are visiting in June and Vanessa is visiting in July. Plus I don't know what my money situation will be then, but right now I have some. Not a lot, but some.

So I made myself a birthday present of a flight home. I feel like it'll re-energize me, and I'll be able to focus more on the studying to which being bummed out is not terribly conducive.

A week tomorrow evening, I'll be home.

Right now I'm kicking back with '12 Angry Men' on my iPod, which is one of those films I watch when I need my faith in humanity restored. Also my faith in writing, acting and directing. Therefore it's a very good film to have in my pocket always. You know what would be awesome? Juror #8 slash. I hope this exists, somewhere in the world.