When Life Moves Too Fast to Worry

I felt remembered on my birthday this past Sunday by family and friends. Though I almost forgot to spend much time on reflection as I spent two days of my birthday traveling through two time zones (does that mean I'm 30 instead of 29 since I lived through March 16th twice?) on my way back from Thailand. The proceeding few days was spent feeling jet lagged and too distracted for reflection on my birthday.

Overall though, it was a birthday on the end of a truly amazing vacation. Maybe the best vacation of my life so far because it had all elements you'd want on a vacation (except a beach). It had family, friends, an exotic location, new experiences, beautiful souvenirs, relaxing massage, good conversations, and great food. I finally got to try a durian fruit, which has been one of my dreams for 5 years. It was good good good to accomplish a dream, and the fruit had an interesting flavor with a stinky kind of aftertaste that got into the nose/sinuses. It was a unique as I hoped.

Grapefruit Gummies and Calc-u-hell

I've been in the depths of calc-u-hell for the past two days since I've been trying to finish a problem set for a class that's way above my head. It's one of those, "I just need to turn something in" type classes, and even with that, I've spent over 10 hours, only done half, and it's still probably wrong. Calc-u-hell.

What makes it all surreal is that I leave for Thailand in five days. I'm going with my mom to see some family, and to see my best bud who lives over there. Her request for American treats: grapefruit gummies and Wheat Thins.

Last week, I traveled to Charlotte to sit with Mr. D in the airport for a few hours. He was on his way back from Jamaica, and we just sat and talked and hugged and drank coffee. It felt like stolen time and it was lovely, definitely the most fun two hours I've ever spent in an airport.

Also, one of my new Southern friends punched a guy in the lip; another new friend bit a guy on the cheek. This was supposedly all in the context of flirting. I'm not going to insult the Southerners by implying that this is how they do things down here. These attempts weren't successful at getting a number or landing a man. I guess my consolation is that though they may look put together, these gals are still a little rough around the edges...