While at home for a wedding and Thanksgiving, I ended up back at my alma mater having lunch with some of my dearest friends from Fair Thee, Westminster. It was rather bizarre to be back. It's so funny, every time it's been a while since I've been some where, as soon as I set foot (or wheels, as it may) on campus, it feels like the day before was May 22, 2004 (yes, I had to look it up). Has it really been 3.5 years since I graduated.

As I was wandered campus and New Wilmington, Pa, this incredibly overwhelming sense of fear gripped me - it was the reminder that finals were encroaching upon my already filled life. (That and the fear of the potential accident with the Amish buggies that are in the town I went to college for for 4 years - a tad bit different from Pasadena, don't you think?)

Well, not only is it the middle of week ten, was my flight significantly delayed to return to LA, but it also is every students' favorite time of the quarter - when we seek out the biggest, best, all-night study/procrastination destinations. This past summer quarter, my friend Grete and I discovered an undisclosed restaurant in Pasadena (that shall remain undisclosed for reasons that follow) that stays open 24 hours, has free wireless (well, sort of), and has outlets. These my friends, are the musts for studying, and we're among the few and proud who have learned of said location. It works... not the best food, but...

I had no idea how bad it was. It appears I may have food poisoning. Thank you very much, ____. Here's to the search beginning again - whenever I can swallow something more than good ol' water.

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I'm currently sitting in the airport in Phoenix. In a series of delays, gate changes, and creative attempts at cheap airport nourishment, I find myself on the free wireless at gate A-5, hoping that my departure in "7 minutes" will happen.

Did you catch the sarcasm there at all?

I want to get back to Pasadena. I want to sit down on my uncomfortable mattress and do some more homework. (Hmm, I could it sitting here instead of blogging, couldn't I?) It's funny how "home" constantly seems to change in my world. I want to go home, and I'm a bit curious what that even means anymore. It could be Fairview. It could be Zionsville. It could be Pasadena. It could be New Wilmington. It could, it could, it could.

I guess that at some point here, I should settle on the fact that home is temporary. Instantaneously, it can burn to the ground. Suddenly it can fall apart in an earthquake. Families fall apart. Jobs suddenly end. But I'm glad to know that there is security that I'm following some sort of a call, and wherever the next home ends up being, I'll too settle there. As for now, I'll take joy that home means a large assortment of reading and writing these next two weeks.

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Standing outside the administration's office at my elementary school when I was in 1st grade, I had a conversation with the nurse, Mrs. Tanenbaum, about how life was so slow. Like yesterday I can remember her words to me: "The older you get, the faster the weeks go. Enjoy the time you have, Libby."

Prophetic words from my nurse (who happened to be Jewish, nonetheless!) that slow day.

I cannot believe, at all, that it is week 7 and that I have as much work left to complete as I do. I seem to go into denial every time I walk into my apartment - as if the homework disappears when I walk in here. I wish.

Here's to two more full weeks before I'm gone almost a week back to the East Coast for a wedding. It's gonna be a full two weeks - and quite frankly, I'll probably not have much time for this dear blog. :)

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