The Goat Nanny Diaries

T minus 5 days i’m home.

I’m in the midle of taking care of the Goat’s when I get a call. A life changing call. I can either come home the 27th of August or the 18th. Thinking well i want my hair appointment, i’ll stay until the 27th. And then I think about it (also with a little bit of goading from my aunt) I end up choosing the 18th. I’m going home in FIVE DAYS. Five days from now, i won’t be on this fancy nice laptop, nah, i’ll be using dial up. Sadly. But it’s okay with me, because this is something that i’ve been waiting for since i arrived. I mean, at first I thought it was the coolest thing, until i realized, 1. there’s no mall within like 5 minute driving distance (so spoiled, at home, i’m a mall rat, every Friday night bunch of my Friends and I go out and we do the restaurant thing or the movies, or both. Or clothes shopping… or looking at dresses for the hell of it [which is ALWAYS fun]) 2. There are NO hot boys here. Not that I mind. I have a boyfriend back home, but still. I was hoping there’d be some eyecandy here. My mom was right… 3. I really depend on my sister to keep me sane. The first night I got here it was great, no sister barging into my room, no, I had a 6 year old playing video games in my room who didn’t really talk to me unless it was about the game. Made me miss my sister and her drama-involved-funny-anecdote-telling-ness… What there is here though is… 1. Vegitables! Yum, i’ve eaten so much green vegitation i think my parents would be proud 2. Awesome family that i have learned stuff from (even if it was something so dull and boring as math….) 3. No drama! I honestly can say i haven’t missed the drama that much. It’s stupid and pointless and it gives me headaches.

WHEN I go home I won’t be crashing every night at some early hour of the night. Nah, I’ll be up late, doing what I do. Which is staying up late and crashing for a few hours, followed by getting some sun (yes, i absolutely love to sun tan, I don’t like my vampire-paleness, it’s rather scary how pale I am when i’m NOT red) and hanging out with friends or heading back home for the night to stay in with the family (which, i’m curious as to whether or not my family will let me leave the house the first couple days i’m home… I mean, that’d be kind of unfair to them to get home, and say “oh hey, going out with Manda tonight… I’ll call you when I’m coming home” [which in all honesty, that sounds like a typical Friday night back home, except it's not always Amanda, it's a variation of my other friends]). But I think, I will actually stay in the first night i’m home, I’m not about to have another sleep over just yet, i miss my uncomfortable, mismatched (i have a plaid comforter, fleecy blanket type thing, a huge pillow with a green pillow case, my bed spread is flowery… and i tried having matching pink covers, but it just didn’t work with the nice huge-always-on-my-bed-even-in-the-summer comforter) bed too much. Which is depressing. I should be happy I sleep in comfort here (which I am, i just miss MY bed). Another thing, when I get home, i won’t have a plasma screen tv or an Xbox 360 in my room or seasons one through three of House. That’s something i won’t miss is all the TV at night. I was more than ecstatic when I got here to have such a large movie selection and game selection to keep myself entertained. But that took away from reading and writing (my fault for wanting to catch up on Seasons 1-3 and get medically educated by Doctor Gregory House [might just go home and buy seasons 1-4 when i go home that way I'll have something to watch when I actually find time to sit down on the sofa upstairs and do care enough to turn on the TV]). When I go home, i won’t have the huge amounts of movies in my room or a cool gaming system. i’ll have my HUGE stereo and my alarm clock radio and my iPod dock (YES I HAVE 3 SOURCES FOR MUSIC IN MY ROOM. I rock like that).

Which brings me to another point in this hodge podge of writing: I took this job, not for the money (okay maybe a little bit, but not really), or the learning experiances, but because I needed some change, and I hardly get to see my aunt because she lives so damn far away. It really sucks when you get into a routine and everything becomes predictable. It also sucks when you can’t see family because they live so far away and it costs so damn much just to fly/drive out to see them. I mean, i could’ve turned this job offer down, but I wouldn’t have bonded with my Aunt, or my cousins; i would not have learned so much; and i wouldn’t have earned any money for my france trip… which oh yeah, that reminds me:

In 8 months from now, i can make good on my dad’s quote and say “I survived, I got paid, I did it. Woohoo!”