The Hobbit

I think most of the people who read this blog are family. And most of them would probably find this interesting, so I'll post it here.

Okay. Now what?

One of my earliest memories is escaping from my bedroom at nap time (I think I had to get out of a crib, but I could be making that up), going into the next room, and defiantly announcing to Mom that I was "too old to take naps!"

Mom barely looked up as she said, "Okay."

That threw me off balance. I'd been expecting to have to fight about it. I thought I'd probably get put back into my room and I'd have to escape again. I assumed I'd spend the whole hour campaigning for a free nap time, and here I was suddenly given what I wanted with comparatively no effort at all.

I went out of the room and thought to myself, "Okay. Now what?"

Today I went to my last college class. I'm going to graduate in a week and a half, and I feel just like I did when I was suddenly given my hour of nap time to use how I wanted. People ask me if I'm excited, and I suppose I am, but somehow I feel more disconcerted, like the fight to get what I wanted was over before I expected, before I had time to dream what I was going to do when I was free.

No worries, though, everyone. I'm sure I'll figure out how to keep myself occupied. There's always something else to fight for.

We're Home

So, I suppose late is better than never to update about everything. We're all home from India now. Mom, Dad, and our sister Cindy came out to Vizag on Thanksgiving Day, and the next day Becky and I went with them to tour around India for a month. We got back to the States just before Christmas. Perhaps sometime I'll write a bit more about that month, but that probably won't happen for a while. We'll see.