There are buds on the tree outside my window. All signs point to the fact that spring is arriving. Slowly--and with an obscene amount of precipitation--but it's getting here.
Tomorrow marks two full months of the European life. Perhaps that's why my mind is turning towards home again: class registration and agonizing over the piles of thesis stuff that should be done and wondering if my thesis advisor hates me or if my emails simply went directly into spam. A teeny part of me will always wish I'd stayed there. Most of the time, though, I'm enjoying the here and now. Long dinners with friends and long walks for the hell of it. Having enough time to really absorb what I'm reading. And reading itself! Mostly all those classics that I pushed aside each summer in favor of the more lake house-friendly Wolfe and Franzen...and, of course, Gatsby for the umpteenth time.
I've planned yet another trip: to London! At the end of May! I'm hoping to see a lot of great (and hopefully cheap) theatre, drink some tea, and perchance hop on over to Bath. Touristy suggestions are welcome.
And more practical news: my flight home (on British Airways, no less...YESSSS) is booked for the afternoon of July 1st, and I'll be getting into Philly that night. It looks like I'll be up at BC for the rest of the summer starting July 5th-ish. God knows I'd love to be home this summer--gratuitous food, hot tub, laziness--but the Big Bad Economy is making steady work at the Robsham look pretty good right now.
Off to shower and attempt Moroccan couscous (yipes) before our international student organization's St. Patrick's Day party. Should be interesting...
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