Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Well, apparently you can go home, and I have done just that. I rolled into the Boro yesterday around 4 and have been going, going, going since. My mother and I went to book group and discussed Life of Pi, which is a great story that I highly recommend and we ate vegetable soup and banana pudding. This morning I have cleaned while my sweet mother has a migraine, and then I went to the dentist--no cavities, aren't you proud?!

Now to answer all of your questions:

1. Have you heard from Wits? Do you really want to know the answer to that question?! No, not yet, but I should get a letter sometime this week and then we'll do the visa.

2. What are you doing now that you're home? Um, have you ever been to Murfreesboro? Oh, well then I understand why you might think there's something to do. Actually, I'm going to photo-document the city, including the geographical center of TN, and the courthouse. The world's largest cedar bucket burned down, so I will have an extra 5 minutes on my hands for something...Otherwise, I'll be studying for the GRE and moving my room.

3. Moving your room? Yes, sadly, I am finally losing my room. Carl will get my room with adjoining bath, and I will get the new guest bedroom, which I get to help decorate, so I'm happy. Change is good.

4. Anything else? Well, a wedding and church service in Birmingham, a trip to see Skye and antique/junk shop, Christmas with the family, Christmas music with the episcopal church, the GRE, and then a trip to Europe. No biggie. All in a day's work (or a month in this case).

5. When are you actually leaving? We're shooting for Jan. 25. Cross your fingers, say an ave, do a visa dance, whatever floats your boat. Once the visa is done, plane tickets will be ordered, and all will be well.

Be well, and I'll update you on any excitement on the scholarship front. If you're in Birmingham, know that I miss you already. If you're elsewhere, know that I already missed you. Be in touch!

Disclaimer for this post: I don't actually dislike Murfreesboro, I'm just not a native, so its charm is more grunge to me, but it's an ok place. Just don't tell my parents I said that. We're still milking the "you made me move after my freshman year and I'm permanently scarred" situation.