So far away

Yesterday I was listening to my iPod. The first time I had busted that thing out since I got here. It was because I was working by myself and I wanted some tunes. This was my job. Background: That morning during breakfast, the Doctor had come bursting in (he always bursts into a room, never walks) with a bag in his hand. A huge bag of keys. “Quien puede organizar las llaves y hace un plan de las llaves tambien?” My big fat mouth opened and I said I would do it. So the rest of the day was spent going through every key that we own and trying them in all the doors. And making little stickers to put on them saying which door they open. And then hanging them all up in the key cupboard. I’d say that’s a pretty excellent job. Anyways, that was my day yesterday. Trying out keys. And I so since I was going to be walking around by myself all day, I decided to listen to some music. As I was listening, I began to miss home. I’d listened to lots of music before yesterday. My computer is usually playing some sort of tunage while I’m working on the newsletter or board informs. But it just felt different yesterday. I think when you listen to music in headphones it becomes more personal. Cause only you can hear it. But yesterday, when it was just me, the music, and all those hundreds of keys, I started getting really homesick. Pretty much every song that came on reminded me of someone. Someone that I loved, someone that I missed. Someone that wasn’t with me right now. And I couldn’t share the song with them. This song called So Far Away by Donavon Frankenreiter came on and it was exactly how I was feeling. The lyrics are something along these lines:

Remember those times on the telephone line

Trying to break through to you

I’m on the other side of this world

I wish I was there with you

All these days and all these nights

Thinking about you my friend

I can’t wait to get back home

And do it all over again

Even though I can hear your voice

Don’t you know that touch is my choice

Even though I can hear your voice

You’re still so far away

So far away

Remember those times driving down the coast

Stopping at the stops we love the most

Watching the wind blowing through your hair

And living our life like we just don’t care

All these days and all these nights

I’m thinking about you my friend

I can’t wait to get back home

And do it all over again

Even though I can hear your voice

Don’t you know that touch ifs my choice

Even though I can hear your voice

You’re still so far away

I know that you’re still

So far away

Yeah, I have to say that yesterday I felt pretty far away. Maybe I shouldn’t listen to my iPod anymore. But I still have a whole bucket of keys and a whole lot of doors to check. I guess today will be another day of missing home.