It's funny sometimes how the things I miss most are things I've never actually done, yet know I really can't do. Like going to my town's Fourth of July celebration. I am still sad about that and it's nearly a year later. It just is a place to put my resentment of my heat intolerance.
I've been listening to the CD of a new John Grisham book, called Playing for Pizza. It's about a 3rd string NFL quarterback who leaves Cleveland in disgrace and winds up leading an Italian team through an exciting season of Italian national football, a sport few Italians know about. It's a very good book and it has made me desperately want to visit Italy through wonderfully descriptive writing.
I always wanted to travel. Yet I'm now kind of stuck in this time zone. I barely can handle daylight savings time; I can't imagine what would happen if I changed more than an hour. I would strongly hesitate to even try to visit one time zone away unless I could stay on my own time the entire visit. Fortunately there's good stuff in this time zone. But again, something on my "I wish" list is going to go on as a wish forever, a dream I've achieved never.
I'm too happy to be well to really care that this is true, yet it is a bit sad. I really wish there were a day that I clearly would find something (besides seeing the psychologist and psychiatrist and all these fun kidney testing people) that this adds to my life instead of limiting.