Live on Location

The end of the semester came and went, my hurriedness finally reaching a zenith when I stayed up and worked on my final of final papers for a good 24 hours straight. That was in addition to the several hours I had already put into it. I ended up getting an A- in the class for which I wrote this paper, while I managed an A in my remaining classes. I blame this lone discrepency on the fact that no human can possibly compose a decent 20-page paper within a 48-hour timeframe, going on approximately 7 hours of sleep and having to do all the proofreading and edits immediately upon conclusion of the paper (when one is as sleep deprived and sick of writing as one can possibly be). All things considered, I should be quite happy, but I admit I was a tad disappointed. Oh well.

Melanie and I returned to the Salt Lake City area to spend the holidays with our beloved families. Living the student life, we have the good fortune of being able to spend a full three weeks here. We're halfway through it, and it's passing quickly. In fact, it doesn't even feel like we've been visiting with people all that much. We are staying with Melanie's parents (and two brothers who still live at home), but on a daily basis, we still spend a decent amount of time tending to Edison and not feeling like we're being all that social. People do their own things a good deal of the time. We visit my family, but it always feels over all too quickly. It's amazing how much we feel we haven't visited, considering we're here. But I don't want to give the wrong impression. We're having a good time, and it's been a great joy to be around those people we love. I also realize how much I miss being in a city I know like the back of my hand. Assuming I leave Atlanta when I'm done with my master's degree (which is the plan), I'd be 58 before I could even possibly have lived in another city as long as I've lived in SLC. And that's if I move somewhere in 2008 and don't end up leaving it for 28 years. Not likely. I guess my point is that comfortability means a lot. And I miss it.

I thought I'd write a few times while I'm here in SLC, and I thought I'd write within a day or two of getting here. Obviously that hasn't happened, and I'm not sure it'll happen again before I head "home" to Atlanta. That'll be on January 4th, so this will likely be my final post until a few days after that. Although my in-laws acquired high-speed Internet whilst we were away, blogging isn't my current priority. In fact, this week is quickly becoming loaded with plans. There are several friends Melanie and I have yet to visit, and we're realizing time is running out. We have to have plans almost everyday now in order to see everyone.

I guess this is a fairly boring post. I'm not taking the time to be creative. Again, that's something that'll have to wait until the new year. I believe there'll be plenty to say, so stay tuned. Oh, and a belated Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate it. Li'l Eddie scored a decent amount of stuff, which leaves Melanie and me to figure out how we'll ever get it home. It's questionable that we will. But that's something I'll have to tell you about after the fact. For now, I'm on the verge of falling asleep. I did take the time to update my sidebar, if that's of interest to you. And I may update In the Key of Orange in a moment. Check it and see. Until then...