I've had a week of trials up here in this cold hard town. My mom has been sick with heart issues for about 5 years and this week was certainly not a good time. Thankfully I've managed to make this home up north like down home. I bring down home with me where ever I go. I 'member when I went to South Korea. I brung this cd mix with me of all my favorite songs. I pulled out that cd last night. Me and a friend visit for about 2 hours after going out to eat. This cd took me back home. Neither one of is from here, so we just sit around and talked about life down home compared with life up north. They's so many things that are going on in our lives down home and we feel a bit stuck and powerless up here.
When I was walking to school on Friday, I liketa fell about 5 times. Just when I thought that I was about to get my balance back, something almost swept me right back down at the ground. I've only really fell once so far to where I got hurt. I jumped up within 3 seconds as if nothing had happened. However, as I was watching a 3 hour presentation in the gym my back started to hurting unlike anything I've ever felt before. I just crept up on me. It felt as if someone had pulled me by the hair of the head and swung my head around a few times. It was not a good feeling. My neck and back really took a beating and has hurt since.
Mom was in the hospital for the last week. I asked her if she thought that I should come back during spring break. She told me that it was a stupid idea and I should save my money. She said they give her morphine a few times in the last few hours, so I figured it wadn't a good thing. I ended up calling a couple people who she had asked me to call for her. It was odd to try and tell them what was going on within a few miles of where they were from all the way up north. I had right close to no details. Those phone calls is what inspired the title of this blog. I wish that I could be down home, but I'm still up here waiting for June. It is at that time that I will go down home.