I’m home, after over 30 hours of travelling. Thankfully I still love flying. I saw 4.9 movies – Along Came Polly, 50 First Dates, l’Auberge Espagnol, The Butterfly Effect and most of House of Sand and Fog (I’m quite annoyed that I didn’t get to see the last 15 minutes because we were landing). I quite liked them all, which would probably disgust most of my friends… what can I say? I only pick to watch the films I have a good chance of liking.
Exams are over, a week of Spring Clean Up dedicated to Wigglesworth entryways F through K is over (yes Emily, yes Woj, that includes both your suites). Thayer 101 is empty, my bike’s at the boathouse and my stuff is spread between HSA storage and the Kirkland basement (thank you Doug!).
I’ve gotten back three out of my five grades, and so far they haven’t been shabby (still holding my breath for applied math). I know next year’s organic chemistry is going to give me hard time all year. Bleah.
Singapore is just as muggy, as delicious, as safe and comforting as it ever was, and (if possible) even a little shinier around the edges. It’s nice to be home, even if this feels vaguely like a cross between an aimless holiday and an extended layover. It looks like I will leave on 15 June for South Africa, where I will spend a month. Beyond that, I see about six weeks in Dakar, in Bangladesh, then a fabulous last three weeks here with Emily and Woj, Charles and Flora etc. etc.
And then summer will be over. Sure goes fast, doesn’t it?