Birthday
As the Beatles would say. “It was 20 years ago today…”
Today’s my birthday, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m glad to be home in Florida with my family and away from Olin and work for a few days. (Though I’ve got a mountain of laundry to do when I get back. Are you a last-minute shopper who’s forgotten my birthday? Offer to do laundry! It’s the gift that keeps on giving.)
Everything’s gone great so far. I went to my Dad’s office and suprised him (he was the only one in the family who didn’t know or guess I was coming home…) Went out for a good steak dinner, though not great. I think this has been the best birthday in terms of gifts too, but that’s not the point. The point is: I’m glad to be home, I’m sad to have to fly back tomorrow, and I’m excited to come back in 13 days.
I think what will make going back worse is not having a roommate. It looks good on paper to have a single for a little while (and, I confess, I wanted one for the summer), but dHo’s been the best roommate I’ve had at Olin so far. That’s not to say Rob, Brendan, and even Eric were bad roommates, but I think they’d all agree we didn’t have extremely rewarding conversations. (Well, with Brendan I did, but that was before we were roommates and he started spending all his time with Dean et. al.)
Anyways, time to go. It’s golfin’ time.
