it's that time of year again

i'm sitting at my desk eating pita bread with nutella (my evening snack), trying to write how i feel about Thanksgiving and not being at Brown. it's oddly comforting to hear about everyone's Thanksgiving plans: i feel that i too, am there with you as you board that plane, sink into that train seat, or settle down at home in front of your laptop. part of me wishes that i could participate in that retreat. i imagine feeling exhausted - it is that exhaustion, after all, which permits you a few days of brief holiday bliss before that whirlwind finals period that sees everyone seeking solace in sci-li-ing and freaking out over rushed Ratty dinners or hot sandwiches at Jos.

it's so easy to sentimentalise Brown. i could write an ode to Ratty breakfasts. and to the slopes and perpetual leafyness of Charlesfield street, those delightful cinnamon rolls with cream cheese icing sold at the Blue Room. (go get one next week if you haven't tried them!!)

despite all this, i'm finally feeling settled and happy. it's so refreshing...i'm just so happy to be myself again - myself, but also a little changed, i would hope. a tiny bit wiser.