Wait A Week?

A week away from home with nothing but water, excursions, and models, and what do I realize I miss the most? A boy. Not even my family. Does that mean I'm a bad person?

I had a good time. I swam with stingrays and dolphins. I modeled, I competed. I talked with a few agents. I ate delicious food.

But really..I just wanted to come home to see a boy. People were really negative on the cruise. Always complaining, always back-talking, always the jealousy. And I just didn't want to go home because I knew the unnecessary fighting was going to continue.

I just wanted to be with some one in some place were life was peaceful. Happy. Soothing.

But I must still wait, even though I'm home.

One more week.

At least.