WAG - Home, Land Ho!!
Ahoy!
I feel a kinship with a sailor who, after spending many exotic days abroad, has finally set foot upon familiar ground.
Once again, safe harbor has been sought and found in Sullivan. I crashed in Cramer Hall shortly after midnight Monday night and headed for Sullivan the next morning. After a couple of pit stops at several antique shops, to pick up important supplies such as books and canoe making tools (my Dad’s new hobby/project is working on carving out a wooden canoe, a la’ Lewis and Clark), I reached familiar terra firma.
Wrapped up in an old worn mattress stretched out on a well-known couch, I’m tapping away on my mother’s dicey laptop. I’ve had a home cooked meal, spent some quality time with the cat, taken a nap, finished a novel, perused a couple magazines, and watched some episodes of "Jim Henson’s The Storyteller," and am currently watching Alec Baldwin try to help Sean Connery defect in "The Hunt for the Red October."
Note: It’s tough writing while this movie is going. I occasionally have to turn to read all the Russian parts. Granted, these Soviets speak a lot of English, but those subtitles and scrolling scene cues make it harder to multi-task.
Considering the drastic change in pace and daily activities compared to the first part of the week, I feel like I’m starting my second Spring Break.
I’ll have some interesting sorting out to do. I have dozens of pages of quotes from the trip to organize. I also have a smattering of homework assignments to worry about along with chores and, most importantly, general relaxation duties to attend to.
Since my summer vacation looks to be swallowed up by summer classes, I need to enjoy my time at home, for I will only be able to enjoy it for so long.
I growing up, whether I like it or not. This is all part of the maturing. While others may try to selfishly prolong their childhood, it is something that must be given up at one point or another. Fighting the inevitable, though a popular decision, is not an option I choose to make (at least not in this case).
Nevertheless, in recognizing this, I believe it is not childish in to seize one of my last few chances to savor what remains of my youth.
At least that's the idea before I put out to "sea" again.
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