Well...

Since December 14th, I have eaten about 1000 amazing bagels, had about a swimming pool of coffee, and have spent numerous hours visiting with family, watching Bones (a show that I happen to enjoy greatly now), playing - and losing - 6000 games of Scrabble, and sleeping in until whenever I wanted every day.

It has been boring, but in the good, peaceful, quiet, restorative kind of way, if that makes sense. It's been good to see people, catch up with family, not worry about school or work or anything, and just....spend some time away from the Pull-Cow, at any rate.

Which isn't to say I don't miss my car, my friends, my bed, or my "stuff", because I do, but not as much as I thought I would. I mean, I always figured, in the months leading up to this trip, that by week 2, I'd be climbing up the walls looking for things to do, people to meet, and adventures to embark on. Turns out, that's not the case. There is more than enough time for adventure and chaos in the next week, with at least 2 forays into the city, and there is time for new things and people when I get back to Moscow, and have no job. For now, though?

I'm off to go read Chaucer on my Kindle, wearing my new burgundy bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, in a wingback recliner, with a cup of coffee, while my stepdad reads his Kindle on the couch and my mom sleeps upstairs. Fuck adventure. Tonight, my life is perfect.

QOTD:

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love." - Sophocles