Time to go home!

I've officially reached the point that I just want to go home. I can't exactly claim that the came out of nowhere; it's been brewing for the past couple of days to maybe even the past two weeks. I miss my family, my friends, and just my day to day life. Don't get me wrong, day to day life in the States gets tedious, mundane, and stressful but that just tells you something about how I'm starting to feel here. The really ironic part is I know that I'm going to miss a lot of the people that I've met here and I don't want that experience to end. My roommate is an interesting character, "Really now? You don't have coins for the vending machine?" That's not actually something he said but it's definitely his style.

I can barely even get a good night sleep. Every single day I wake up and I feel like I got my ass kicked from sleeping on this "bed". The bed is literally maybe a 3 or 4 inch thick mattress that has 11 wooden slats under it for support. God forbid the slats shift at any point in time because you're gonna wake up aching from a lack of support. So I woke up today at 6am as Charlie was coming home from a wedding to vomit and use the bathroom. Since then I've been attempting to sleep all day. I think I sleep in 45 minute spurts before I wake up again in bed because of how god forsaken uncomfortable this bed is. I swear to you when you're sick, this is the worse place to be. You just want to want to relax and recover but I simply can't do it. I can't tell him I hurt so damn much from being sick or being in the bed for nearly 24 hours.