They put us two to a room. Optimally they would give each person their own isolation space. But they said people went crazy being alone. So they gave us one other person to be with. My guy was from the middle of nowhere.
He kept mentioning how warm it was. Warmer than he had expected. That pissed me off. Because I was freezing my balls off. Fuck.
Spacecity
was not meant for us
Miami
holmes. I miss the fucking sun. The blue skies. The smell of the ocean and
sunsceen
. The sound of muscle cars revving in the distance. I miss all of that.
Fuck I can't believe I'm going to be up here five years. I'll be 29 by then. Not too old. But after I get acquainted to regular life, I'll be 32. A fucking old man. I'm scared. The rest of my friends will already be professors. Doctors. Consultants. I'll be a nobody. Why'd I sign up to get blasted into space and spend five years inside a 10 billion dollar fridge? I don't know.
Life was hard down in the dirt. Even though that's what I miss now. I can't lie. It sucked while I was down there. It's probably natural that I dislike my current condition. Once I'm back on earth... I'll probably miss being stuck up in space.
So anyway. I miss you. I know it's been awhile since we spoke. Just wanted to let you know. I'm thinking about you.
