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Alright, spring quarter, I'm ready to go but let's play nice.
I can now add solo cross-country driving to my list of skills. 700 miles, just under twelve hours, and only one brush with death between a semi and a jersey wall on the Pennsylvania Turnpike (oh, how I loathe the Pennsylvania Turnpike). So far driving in Chicago sucks, which is no small statement for someone who grew up on DC roads... really Evanston is the big problem. My '93 Civic did not come with shocks, to speak of. So the condition of the roads is not really acceptable. But I will give it all the benefit of the doubt and maybe go on some sort of adventure tomorrow to test the waters.
Sadie is alive and starving for attention. Hopefully that is the last time I'll have to leave her with sitters, but that is a silly hope because cats live for like twenty years and I will probably leave town at some point between now and then. But I continue to feel pretty damn guilty, if that counts for anything.
I don't really know that I accomplished anything while I was home. In fact I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything except run errands for my mom and get the car ready for the trek. But I still got some of that good ol' perspective that anywhere-but-Evanston offers, although I can feel it waning as we speak. And hey, whatever else goes wrong, at least I am not 24 and expecting for the third time while supporting my husband and the kids because God said so.
I can now add solo cross-country driving to my list of skills. 700 miles, just under twelve hours, and only one brush with death between a semi and a jersey wall on the Pennsylvania Turnpike (oh, how I loathe the Pennsylvania Turnpike). So far driving in Chicago sucks, which is no small statement for someone who grew up on DC roads... really Evanston is the big problem. My '93 Civic did not come with shocks, to speak of. So the condition of the roads is not really acceptable. But I will give it all the benefit of the doubt and maybe go on some sort of adventure tomorrow to test the waters.
Sadie is alive and starving for attention. Hopefully that is the last time I'll have to leave her with sitters, but that is a silly hope because cats live for like twenty years and I will probably leave town at some point between now and then. But I continue to feel pretty damn guilty, if that counts for anything.
I don't really know that I accomplished anything while I was home. In fact I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything except run errands for my mom and get the car ready for the trek. But I still got some of that good ol' perspective that anywhere-but-Evanston offers, although I can feel it waning as we speak. And hey, whatever else goes wrong, at least I am not 24 and expecting for the third time while supporting my husband and the kids because God said so.