well, it's almost 3am, I'm still in the office and I'm trying to care about a poster that explains to a community what new developments and their septic systems will mean to the community, based on their soil types. I am not allowed to use any text to do this. It really is as exciting as it sounds. It's my fault it's not done; I've been procrastinating on this for a while.
I am so looking forward to going home for break. It's funny because up until the end of last year, I never wanted to go home, much less stay there. Now it's rare that I want to leave. When I go home now I stay at home with my father and his girlfriend; I love to simply spend time with them. Is that a sign of maturity or is it just that it's novel because it's such a rare occurance? My father's house has begun to have so much of a feeling of home this past year for some reason; it is safe, warm and comfortable. I guess now that I have my own house the appreciation for a place of comfort has increased. Sometimes people have to leave before they realize what a gift they left behind. I think I'm more comfortable about how I am seen in Virginia now than I was when I first came to college. There's a line in an old Alison Krauss song that said, "But there's always someone at home who never forgets who you are." and it's so true. There are those back in Virginia who, no matter where I go, what I achieve, how I change, I will always be to them who I was when I was 16, and that is so stifiling to be around! It feels liking being pulled in the wrong direction after spending time with them. But then there are also those people who knew me way back when and can see who I am now, praise the progress and encourage the future. They are the people who know who you are, not just how you are. And it is to see them that I cannot wait to return to the land of cotton, the great and wonderful Old Dominion. I feel defenses go down when I get home; it really is a time of rejuvination (and it's not just because of the hot tub or the fireplace!). Anyway, today my friends showed again why I am the luckiest person in the world. Sounds cheesy I know, but really, I feel that way sometimes. In people, opportunities, interactions, lessons and forgiveness. This break is about my own personal lessons, a ton of reading for enjoyment, some writing, lots of dinner dates with friends, lots of rebuilding, enough guitar to make me happy, quality time with my little sister, late conversations with my dad, lots of cookie baking, and surprise visits. Enough running for the semester, it's time to spend my time, rather than blow though it.
Until then, it's back to the septic systems....
