today was a beautiful spring day

Monday, March 24, 2008

today was a beautiful spring day

I slept through half of it, and I spent the other half inside the library.

Hey, Nice Weather,

Wait for me!

I would love to come out and play, but for now I am a slave to the thesis and to the nocturnality that seems to come along with it.

Just please don't rub it in my face that I'm missing out, okay?

Thanks, and I'll see you soon.

Your friend,

me

3 comments:

Vanessa Swenson said...: I imagine you'd like a nice midnight walk.; March 24, 2008 at 10:24 PM
rantipoler said...: I'm missing out on some nice weather, too. Hmph. Well, back to my 470 pages . . .; March 28, 2008 at 3:34 PM
Michelle said...: Emily, I know you are in the thick of it, but I wanted to make sure that you got the invitation to the reunion at our house. Email me if you didn't. I hope you can come!!; April 2, 2008 at 7:25 AM

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"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden, even though you have someplace where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. [...] You'll see one day when you move out. It just sorta happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. But maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know? You won't ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know for, for your kids, for the family you start; it's like a cycle or something."
- Andrew Largeman, Garden State

etxerantz - toward home

Monday, March 24, 2008