fall '07 is officially over
These four months went by pretty fast. That's the thing about being happy.
Remember when you were little and you'd go over to your friend's house to play for a few hours, and when your mom came to pick you up you couldn't believe it was time to go home?
That's kind of how this semester was. Except I want to go home.
I love this time of year. It means families. Friends. A lot of love. Not that I'm short on love in my life, but it's fun to get such a full dose all at once.
I figured out the perfect gift for Eric for Christmas, and I'm so excited! It took a little of the fun out of it that I had to ask him such specific questions about what he needed that he has a pretty good idea of what he's getting now, but at least I know it's exactly what he wants, and I definitely know it's something he'll use every day (I got him a customized conductor's baton from some place in Ohio). It should get to Flint within the next week.
And we went in on getting my parents a pretty awesome Christmas present as well.
You know how when your little you say things like, "all I want for Christmas is to spend time with friends and family and be surrounded by love..."? And you say that stuff because you think it makes you sound cute or something? Kids are good at gauging what makes them sound cute. Well fifteen years later, I finally understand why people actually feel that way. Getting to spend almost three weeks with some of the people I love most in the world sounds pretty perfect to me.
The time I'm going to get to spend with them is going to get a lot less frequent too, pretty soon. Wherever I am after I graduate in a year and a half, it's not going to be some place I can drop for three weeks in December, or four months in the summer. So it's good to get this time in now, and appreciate it.
I probably get on people's nerves, with all this stuff. So I think I'll leave it here.
Remember when you were little and you'd go over to your friend's house to play for a few hours, and when your mom came to pick you up you couldn't believe it was time to go home?
That's kind of how this semester was. Except I want to go home.
I love this time of year. It means families. Friends. A lot of love. Not that I'm short on love in my life, but it's fun to get such a full dose all at once.
I figured out the perfect gift for Eric for Christmas, and I'm so excited! It took a little of the fun out of it that I had to ask him such specific questions about what he needed that he has a pretty good idea of what he's getting now, but at least I know it's exactly what he wants, and I definitely know it's something he'll use every day (I got him a customized conductor's baton from some place in Ohio). It should get to Flint within the next week.
And we went in on getting my parents a pretty awesome Christmas present as well.
You know how when your little you say things like, "all I want for Christmas is to spend time with friends and family and be surrounded by love..."? And you say that stuff because you think it makes you sound cute or something? Kids are good at gauging what makes them sound cute. Well fifteen years later, I finally understand why people actually feel that way. Getting to spend almost three weeks with some of the people I love most in the world sounds pretty perfect to me.
The time I'm going to get to spend with them is going to get a lot less frequent too, pretty soon. Wherever I am after I graduate in a year and a half, it's not going to be some place I can drop for three weeks in December, or four months in the summer. So it's good to get this time in now, and appreciate it.
I probably get on people's nerves, with all this stuff. So I think I'll leave it here.