This morning on my way to class, I passed at least a dozen people with bulging suitcases waiting on the corner for one of the various airport shuttles to come pick them up. For the umpteenth time, I wished I could go home.
But it’s ok. I was moved from the wait list for tomorrow’s big grad student Thanksgiving meal to a guaranteed plate at the 4:00 dinner, so I am happy. Nick got un-wait-listed as well for the same time, so we’ll get to have real food with a lot of people instead of my lame attempts at cooking sweet potatoes and green bean casserole. Though adventures in cooking could have been quite entertaining.
Also, this morning I awoke to a slew of great emails. Becca wrote about her excitement over the yearly “To Hell with Georgia” issue of the Technique, which I read online yesterday and was amused by. Carter replied to the boring email I wrote him last night. Alex and Carter both wrote to tease Nick about the rednecks/truckers, I mean tap dancers, that he met last night. (He went to see Tap Dogs, a group of guys who used to be construction workers in Australia but then formed a tap dancing group that is now famous.)
And then, in what has to be a new record of some kind, I got an email from every single member of Carter’s family. Two from him, one from his mom, one from his dad, and even one from Rachel. It is nice to know that other people are thinking about me. It’s like I have a second family!
Finally, yesterday I got the official letter offering me another job at JSC. I hadn’t expected it to come so soon, but it was a nice surprise. They haven’t given me a deadline as to when I have to reply yet, but it shouldn’t be until March, at the earliest. Plenty of time to think it over again, and perhaps my thinking will be clearer this year. Last year I was so stressed and confused by every aspect of my life that I couldn’t even think straight. Things are better now.
Ah well. One more class today, then my four day break begins!
(10:11 p.m.)
I wanna be at home. Holidays are lonely when you sit in your room while everyone slowly goes offline on ICQ, and you stop getting email. Because it feels like everyone is with their family except you. My parents told me not to waste my money on a plane ticket home, and I know they are right, but it still just feels sad not be to in Charlotte for Thanksgiving. I can understand why people get depressed during the holidays. I feel really far away.
I looked for El Palo Alto tonight when we went to the mall, but I couldn’t find it in the darkness. The mall was a disappointment. Apparently all the stores close at 7:00, which seems rather early. I came home to watch Dawson’s, and then stayed planted on the couch for West Wing. We went to Safeway though, so at least now I have some food in the apartment. Cereal, and milk, and yogurt. And Chinese leftovers from lunch with Emily yesterday.
Well. I guess I will go read. I have to get up early to take Emily to the airport.
