I was supposed to go to the dentist this morning at 8:20, and I totally, completely forgot. Oops. Fortunately, they have another opening at 10:50. Thus, this entry will be short, and I’ll have to update sporadically over the next few days.
I was only gone for 6 days, but I was so busy that coming home yesterday felt incredibly good. As much as I love vacations, there is still something nice about coming home. As I just wrote elsewhere, my apartment misses me when I’m gone. When I come home, it needs me to air out the stuffiness from turning the a/c up, the quietness from having been empty, the darkness from the blinds having been closed, the neatness of the bed having been made. I know the saying “home is where the heart is,” and it’s a good saying, but for me it goes something more like “home is where my stuff is.” Houston is not home. Neither is texas. But my apartment is like my sanctuary. It’s my space; I do what I want, make a mess if I want, answer to no one, and feel guilty about nothing. And thus, it is home.
Last night I got in a good workout for the first time in a week–a 5k run on the treadmill, the last 20 minutes of which were spent talking to a random guy who walked in and wanted to ask me about the apartment complex. Turns out he’s just moved down here from minnesota, and is taking an industrial engineering faculty position at the University of Houston (he’s just graduated from University of Minnesota, he can’t be more than 29 or 30). We talked for a while, and I did my best to sell him on the luxuries of Las Palmas. Anyway. It was random, but it made my run go by very quickly. That makes me want to find someone who runs the same pace as me, who would want to run regularly; this is something I always thought I didn’t want. Weird.
I must be off to the dentist, so I’ll update with details of the vacation later.
