today, a girl nearly kicked me at cheesequake
Though there have been a few bumps along the way, I've maintained my training regimen and I am starting to look something like my former self. If only I could add an hour or two of aimless biking into my life! This weekend I will finally have some downtime, during which I plan to get some air into the tires of one of our bikes here and hit the road. I also need to go to the library - the possibility of biking into Suffern to get to the library has just occurred to me. I fear it may still be too cold.
These early mornings will soon pass into the void of time experienced known as the past; there they will be much easier to romanticize. Strange things keep happening though - as if the universe would not want me to lead a completely monotonous life. One day, a water main breaks on 202 right as we drive by on the way to the train. The ensuing steam cloud makes me feel as if I am venturing into Brigadoon. Then, on the one day I am excited to go into work (today), the trains cannot run on schedule due to signaling problems at Penn. Luckily, I was still able to join my co-workers for a trip down to Atlantic City for a boat show. Unluckily, I have started to pull out my japanese textbook on the trains to study (as opposed to sleeping). Even in the span of three weeks, I have lost much of the progress I gained initially.
I went over my finances since obtaining a debit card with my mother the other day. Reflecting on the one semester I actually had a well-paying job and a cash cushion to back me up was a bit absurd. I can't believe how much money idly slipped through my hands. Still, as sobering as it was to see the numbers staring back at me unblinkingly, I regret very little. The pursuit of money has seduced many people, especially those studying some form of finance, but while I would like to live comfortably, I also would like to share what little I have with my friends. My debit statements were a testament to what I have been able to accomplish thus far - and last semester was, without a doubt, my most enjoyable.
My aunt and uncle are coming over for dinner on Saturday night, which is something I am quite pleased with. Their presence in South Carolina was much appreciated (they are on my Dad's side; my Mom's father was the one who passed) and I've decided I want to see a lot more of them. This family dinner is the result of that desire, and I hope it won't be the last before I leave.
These early mornings will soon pass into the void of time experienced known as the past; there they will be much easier to romanticize. Strange things keep happening though - as if the universe would not want me to lead a completely monotonous life. One day, a water main breaks on 202 right as we drive by on the way to the train. The ensuing steam cloud makes me feel as if I am venturing into Brigadoon. Then, on the one day I am excited to go into work (today), the trains cannot run on schedule due to signaling problems at Penn. Luckily, I was still able to join my co-workers for a trip down to Atlantic City for a boat show. Unluckily, I have started to pull out my japanese textbook on the trains to study (as opposed to sleeping). Even in the span of three weeks, I have lost much of the progress I gained initially.
I went over my finances since obtaining a debit card with my mother the other day. Reflecting on the one semester I actually had a well-paying job and a cash cushion to back me up was a bit absurd. I can't believe how much money idly slipped through my hands. Still, as sobering as it was to see the numbers staring back at me unblinkingly, I regret very little. The pursuit of money has seduced many people, especially those studying some form of finance, but while I would like to live comfortably, I also would like to share what little I have with my friends. My debit statements were a testament to what I have been able to accomplish thus far - and last semester was, without a doubt, my most enjoyable.
My aunt and uncle are coming over for dinner on Saturday night, which is something I am quite pleased with. Their presence in South Carolina was much appreciated (they are on my Dad's side; my Mom's father was the one who passed) and I've decided I want to see a lot more of them. This family dinner is the result of that desire, and I hope it won't be the last before I leave.