Uneventful Break

If this week is any indication I think I am going to become the most boring person ever if I leave Tallahassee after college. In fact, I might still become the most boring person ever if they force me to move off campus. I might have to go back for a master’s degree and live in Rogers or New Hall.

Sorry. The reason I’m freaking out is that I have had so little social contact outside of my family for the last week. And don’t get me wrong, the main reason I go home and the main reason I look forward to going home is because of my family. But I have spent so many hours reading and so many hours on the internet and so many hours not around other folk that, even as introverted as I am, I think I might go bananas.

All of this is ironic, since I’m betting that on January 2nd or 3rd when I’m in New York at the NCP reunion I’ll be dying for ten minutes to myself.

Okay, well I do have some things to talk about. Last Friday, before I left to come home for the break, I went out to lunch with Tasha. Natasha Rodriguez is quite possibly the coolest person I’ve ever known. She was the very first person I met when I came to FSU. She is an elementary education major and next semester will begin her student teaching… in London! I can’t get over what an amazing opportunity she’s taken hold of. And I can’t believe this is the same Tasha that every weekend freshmen year wanted either to go home to Miami or over to UF to see the guy she was then dating. This semester we haven’t spent as much time together as I think either of us would have liked, but as it got to be finals week I wanted to have at least one more chance to hang out. We went out to lunch and — does this sound too awkward? — it was perfect. She and I spent a couple hours together laughing and telling stories and having a ball. She said the only mistake I made was when she was dropping me off after lunch. I asked for her to get out and give me a hug. I made her cry. Sorry, but that’s a mistake I’d make again. She’ll be back a little before graduation in the spring. I can’t wait to see her and hear about everything. Thanks to a little encouragement from me and others she is starting a blog. She hasn’t written in it as of today, but if you want to bookmark it here it is.

The next day I moved out of Kellum after having successfully survived one semester in a freshmen dorm as a senior. The R/As said I was the last person out. They gave me a hard time about it, of course, chalking it up to my old joints and such. I was picked up by Kyle and brought to Villa Special. It was one of those cold, gray, rainy days that I usually dread. Not a Florida rain that comes and goes, but a New England rain that stays all day. I walked into Villa and JD, Ross, and James were just lying around watching Batman Begins. When it finished we remained in a lying around state. It was a beautifully lazy afternoon. I confess I wish I had asked to leave on Sunday so I could enjoy doing nothing with them for the rest of the day.

My flights were rather uneventful, except there was a lot of waiting on both ends of the journey. The flight from Tallahassee to Atlanta took forever to get off the ground. There was some sort of electrical problem in the airport. The flights were no problem. Then once I landed in Hartford I became reacquainted with the worst logistically run airport in the world. I think I waited more than half an hour for my bags to come out. Ridiculous. And by then I was especially cranky since I hadn’t eaten all day (I’m omitting a charming story about the Atlanta Popeye’s). When I got home I crashed, though unfortunately with a set alarm to wake me for church.

This past week, to reiterate, I’ve done almost nothing. I have been to plenty of doctors. I’m still healthy, according to them. I guess I did my Christmas shopping. But nothing social. People have been difficult to get in touch with, and when I’ve gotten hold of them they have been busy. Such is my lot in life. If my life follows the usual script I’ll have all sorts of people calling the last three days I’m in town.

So today’s Christmas Eve. My mom is cooking a big turkey dinner. I’m going to Wethersfield UMC tonight for their midnight service. Everyone is home, and there’s no work hanging over anyone’s head. There is an unusually relaxed feel to my house. I like it; it finally feels like the Christmas season around here.

It is the season of giving and from my loyal readers I ask just one thing, and it doesn’t even cost any money. You see, I know there are people who read this who are not Xanga members. Since you’re not members you can’t leave comments on my blog. So do me a favor: sign up, leave a comment, and leave more comments in the future. It’d be nice to get some more feedback on what I write. To you all I wish you a very Merry Christmas. That’s right, I said Christmas.