The Unthinkable has Possibly Happened

I've been here for 3 months now, not the longest time to be somewhere; but a really long time to go without the sun. Yesterday morning I woke up to the rain yet again and realized that I may be quite ready to go home to the sun. The past three weeks I can remember 1 day without rain. Ridiculous? Yes, I think so too!!!!! I never thought that I would get sick of Alaska. Rain, shine, boredom, WXCL, tourists, I've done them all and I have been loving every second of it-but here I am sitting at work getting paid minimal pay....not even minimum wage; a good $2.50 an hour!!!! I know, that some people wouldn't get too excited about $2.5o an hour but I do. I mean, if I sit getting paid this wage for 8 hours a day I get $20 for that day. $20 a day pays my rent for the month! Now, add an additional two hours to that and I get $25 a day and that will pay rent and buy me a meager meal. If only I ever got paid for 10 hours.



Well, the unthinkable that has possibly happened-now hold your breath for this...I may be a little home sick. Now, I can't tell if this is because of the torrential rain or if I in fact do miss Provo. I'm fairly certain it is the rain though. But, the moral of this post is that I will be coming back. Despite the full time job offer I've been given. Despite all the fun times I've had cavorting around Juneau. Despite all of the spectacular scenes and wilderness I've seen. Despite the fantastical friends I've made. I will be returning home. Well, at least to pick up my car and start off on my new Adventure.

I know that this post started out as my admitting that I, the unreachable Rebecca, have actually become home sick. Well, I want to start another little tangent. My tangent is about the fun haters. The people that tell free spirited individuals that following their passion is something that is getting in the way of other more important things. Such as a family, career, marriage, etc. To those individuals who want the free spirits to stop roaming, I say stop breathing. For some of us the times we are the happiest is when we are planning and executing our adventures. It is what we are and who we are. The only security we have is in the insecurity we create by choosing to go on these adventures. It is the only thing that we can count on. And yes, I may be talking about myself-but I say we because I know that there are more out there. And we're sick of being told to grow up. So, until we're ready to stop having our adventures and stop living please, let us be!