I made sweet tea today for the first time in a month, and the taste is so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.
I find I miss my job from last summer. I miss the work of it sometimes. It's so different from my work right now.
It is really hard for me to lie, especially about how I'm feeling about school.
I'm grateful to live in this day and age, one with airplanes for visits with friends, the internet for communicating with friends, and cars to go home.
Tomas, my shamrock, is not doing so well, because I haven't had the time to re-repot him. And the surprising part is, I don't fully care. It's really strange to me. Ever since I've repotted him, he seems foreign to me.
Time never passes slower as when you have a take home midterm to work on.
The chill in the air outside is refreshing.
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