Day 29:<\/p>\n
when the sun came up and no one had come for me, i cried. i cried for most of the day. i cried while i fed my cows, i cried while i fed my chickens, i even cried so hard that a horse followed me back to my little house and into my little yard, and then another horse decided to join the first horse.<\/p>\n
and i cried while i stacked up the fence posts i had cut up a few days ago around them, and i cried while i fenced in the horses and gave the cows and chickens a route to the little pond nearby.<\/p>\n
so yay, i have horses.<\/p>\n
and i’m not home<\/p>\n
and it’s not fair<\/p>\n
i just want to see my family again. i want to go back home and walk in New Amsterdinium (capital of 2nd Earth and proud of it!) and feel the warm cement underneath my bare toes while i play hopscotch outside the old house. i want to smell bus fumes and italian bread baking and listen to the neighbor cussing out the other neighbor for parking crooked on the street. i want to tour the old subway line museum during the heat of the day. i want to right the space elevator from the city to Moon Stop 1, look out, and see my planet, my big beautiful planet.<\/p>\n
i want a hot shower.<\/p>\n
i want to feel the liquid in my ears float in the antigravity pool while i work out.<\/p>\n
i want to smell the awful stench of working in the sewage reclaiming system.<\/p>\n
i want to use a real toilet again. even a space one would do.<\/p>\n
i’m just so sad.<\/p>\n
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