Oh, I am not quite sleeping. Oh, I am fast in bed.
Man. I'm pretty tired, but can't sleep. Now, I know that I probably feel nothing compared to four friends who have had babies in the last few months, but let's see... I've been awake for about 30 of the last 34 hours. That's a lot, right?
So I'm back in Philly. I have a job. I start school next week. I am apartment hunting. When did this all happen?!
The weather here is over 40 degrees cooler than when I left. I haven't worn closed-toed shoes since a hike three weeks ago, and I haven't worn them for non-athletic purposes since winter. My bones are damp and I should at least put on some socks.
It's weird to be back here but not under a program's regime like I was when I left. And how it'd been for the entire time I was in Philly up until now. I can go drink beer without penalty. I could have beer wherever I'm gonna live. I could watch TV if I had one. I can go to whichever church I want. I don't have to write newsletters!
This is going to be a strange few weeks, a strange season altogether. Maybe I'll be diligent in writing in this blog to process? Maybe I'll never write in it again? The suspense is killing you, no?
A little something from my trip to Washington:
(Scene: It is Grant's first night with his new car. He is standing by it and I say, "Okay, lemme get a picture with you and your car." He whinely and seriously says, "Ugh, noooo. I hate this kinda stuff. And posed pictures are so stupid." He climbs in his car to do something and I take a picture of the car anyway. And what do I see, but...)
... another reason why my little brother is one of the funniest people I know. He's a natural.
So I'm back in Philly. I have a job. I start school next week. I am apartment hunting. When did this all happen?!
The weather here is over 40 degrees cooler than when I left. I haven't worn closed-toed shoes since a hike three weeks ago, and I haven't worn them for non-athletic purposes since winter. My bones are damp and I should at least put on some socks.
It's weird to be back here but not under a program's regime like I was when I left. And how it'd been for the entire time I was in Philly up until now. I can go drink beer without penalty. I could have beer wherever I'm gonna live. I could watch TV if I had one. I can go to whichever church I want. I don't have to write newsletters!
This is going to be a strange few weeks, a strange season altogether. Maybe I'll be diligent in writing in this blog to process? Maybe I'll never write in it again? The suspense is killing you, no?
A little something from my trip to Washington:
(Scene: It is Grant's first night with his new car. He is standing by it and I say, "Okay, lemme get a picture with you and your car." He whinely and seriously says, "Ugh, noooo. I hate this kinda stuff. And posed pictures are so stupid." He climbs in his car to do something and I take a picture of the car anyway. And what do I see, but...)
... another reason why my little brother is one of the funniest people I know. He's a natural.
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