After 2 years of swearing off badminton (long story for a future post), I met up with
osmalic and
aiah1999 for a long, vigorous non-tourney game. Right now, my legs hurt...but the act of swatting a bunch of goose feathers across the court feels cathartic.
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Strange, but after seeing old friends...and expecting to see more of them...it feels like a sign that I'm ready to move on to something (or someplace) higher or farther. Like finally listening to the song of wanderlust and adventure.
Rest assured...I'm SET to go get a PhD!