I felt like "My Big, Fat Egyptian Easter". Okay, so not the most clever title, but it suits. There were like fifty people in my roommate's home, including us three extras that she brought home from school. Thank goodness they all lived around Wichita so they all didn't have to stay in the house. We ate the traditional food Egyptian Catholics have on Good Friday and Easter Sunday. I don't know what most of it was, but it was all wonderfully good. We went to mass on Friday and Saturday, and I finally saw people baptized and confirmed. We don't do that on Easter at home, so I didn't know quite what was going on, but I found it facinating. I met my roommate's friends from high school and spent some time with them. They were fun girls. And we all went to Spangles. I got the whole story of Spangles, how the neice of the lady who owns the chain went to high school with my roommate, how the lady who owns it makes really annoying radio commercials, how the food is really good. We had to go to Spangles. They were praising the food and the atmosphere. Spangles and the crazy Egyptian family were the highlights of my trip to Kansas. But...with as much fun as I had in Kansas, I think I should have spent the holiday with my love. I mean, I don't regret that I went to Kansas because it was an awesome experience, but I missed him so much. We were fighting all the while I was there, which didn't help. But I think I would have been happier spending the holiday with him and his family. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. I don't know what to say or think or do, and some of my choices don't always reflect my feelings. I love him, but I chose to spend the holiday in Kansas away from him. I'm trying hard to right my mind, line up my actions with my real feelings. It will take a while, but it will happen.