homesweethome

I'm home!

Well, nextdoor at any rate. Currently I'm sitting crosslegged on the couch in Hannah's cramped living room, with the television on, enjoying the serenity of a day free of homework, classes, work, and even the drama of dorm life. Dave pulled his SUV into my driveway the night before last, where we were greeted by a gigantic hug from Hannah and the warm fuzzy glow of Christmas lights. Dad and Mom came tiptoing out to give me a hug as well, and Roy awoke from his station on the couch (he's ill) to offer a drugged smile before dozing off again. Yesterday, I did absolutely nothing beyond drink coffee, finish "A Portrait of a Lady", and visit with Dad, Mom, Roy, and Hannah.

It's good to be back.

slovakia...here i come!

Today, as I hurriedly checked my mailbox for a doctrine essay, the sight of a blue half-sheet of paper caught my attention: I had an envelope! I handed it to the postal worker, and what did I recieve in exchange?

My passport to Slovakia. Literally. I now own a fresh, unblemished (well, aside from the drugged-up photo of yours truly), inviting new passport, ready for stamps! You can imagine my elation. Not even a rigorous two-hour doctrine exam could dispel my joy. Not even saying goodbye to Felty over a mug or two of Grayfriar's finest could quench my enthusiasm. Not even the odious prospect of packing and of cramming into a vehicle for twelve hours and of taking a pestiferous math exam can curb my delight. It truly is, borrowing a phrase from the movie of the season...a wonderful life.

I also splurged and purchased a handmade purse with a braided strap and a wooden button. I went to the bank and cashed in a check so I'd have gas money. It's been a productive day, no doubt about it.

...And about that essay? Straight A.

I'm going to sleep well tonight!