No Place Like Home

This article was in the November 2003 issue of Self Magazine (that I finally read the other night). I'm a sentimental sap so the title caught my eye, and then I found out that the author was from MA. I used to go to Cabots for Ice Cream and my Mom used to buy all of our shoes at The Barn too! I grew up in Waltham right over the West Newton line (pretty close to Newtonville where the author grew up).

As I kid I didn't think much about Waltham, it was just kind of where I lived. For a while it was actually a sore spot, since I went to school in Watertown and most of my friends were from there. When I started at Waltham High School I felt a lot like an outsider since I hadn't grown up in elementary and junior high school with a majority of the kids. It wasn't until I moved to Boston for college (all excited to "get out" and make my own new and exciting life, like this author) that I gained an appreciation for what we had in the city. I know I'll get back there at some point, I just have to hang on.

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Relax-ification

(did anyone ever see that Cat in the Hat movie, the one with the Grinch?)

You'll all be happy to know that when I got back from school last night I relaxed. I didn't do homework, I didn't make dinner; I read some magazines and a bit of Return of the King until Brian and I fell into bed at around 10:30 (traffic really takes a lot out of me I guess).

I'm really not as crazy and nuts as I used to be last year, or even in high school (heh, ponder that). I've gotten way better at letting things go and not overtaxing myself. I guess I attribute it to having a crazy, active childhood. I really am OK with things as a rule, sometimes I just need a breather (when I get frazzled is when I don't have the luxury of taking one of those breathers).

Tonight I have to do some homework and prep for a presentation in tomorrow's class (this one is fancier than yesterday's presentation - it will involve Powerpoint slides, oooooh, ahhhh).

Man am I psyched, after tomorrow I'll only have 2 more classes, whee. I'll finish grad school in a year, whee. Then I will do the dance of joy, whee.