Wherein I return from vacation and go straight to the hospital without passing go or having a ski weekend.
So California was predictably beautiful - I'm pretty sure I want to end up out there if it its deficit hasn't caused it to go full thunderdome by the time I'm through with school and in a place where I get to decide where I want to live. There's something that's just really nice about walking around in 50 degree weather in January and still hearing people talk about how cold it is. Y'all soft, west coast.
I was planning, upon my return from the warm wet west, to launch into a series of posts about the psychological and emotional hurdles that I've been going through trying to come to terms with certain aspects of my life as it stands now, namely the facts that I am moving forward (which is excellent) but with a tremendous and unshakable sense of being terribly behind (which is troubling). There has been a lot of thought of about skin, in particular, physical and otherwise (it's a really versatile metaphor, you know), and how I'm finding I no longer really properly fit my own and I'm not sure whether to expect to anytime soon. Anyway, all of that is going to have to wait, because something much more fun and interesting went down.
