I’m sitting in “my room”, in a condo owned by my boss, occupied by my boss’s son and I, drinking a white russian and watching family guy.  Because I am trying to ignore Christian’s terrible drum playing as well as my terrible job in this terrible town.  I’ve been here for almost a month and I’ve made $174.  Yeah, thats right.  Thursday, the right tire blew while doing touch and go’s at a nearby airport.  We were stuck there til 10:30pm.  It was my student, Marc’s, first flight with me.  Today was supposed to be our second.  During the runup before takeoff, the alternator went out, and the right magneto was running rough.  So I called off the flight and we turned around and parked the airplane.  This left a very bad impression on Marc. 

I miss Murfreesboro.  I miss my friends, and my sister, and Robert.  I miss my room.  I just miss it.  I don’t know what I am doing here.  I try to tell myself that soon, it will get better and that everything will be worth it.  I wish I was instructing at MTSU.  I like the stability, the integrity of the flight school, the passion that everyone puts into it, and the fun that I used to have there. 

For the past two weeks, I’ve been having dreams about hang gliding.  Usually my dreams are morbid and twisted, but not lately.  They are so real and beautiful.  Its just me and the sky.  I feel so free.  If it were up to me, I would get myself a glider and move to the mountains and float with the birds all day long. 

For now, I will make myself another white russian, and play super mario brothers until my thumbs go numb.