wrap-up

End of chronography 1; thoughts, lessons, plans.

things i’ll remember, and things i’ll forget

sitting in Honololu Interntional Airport. This place sucks. There was more to this post but it was written whilst barely-awake, so I’ll split the after-action stuff up over the next day or two, once I am free of these infernal flying tubes.

EOY

Spent the first three months of the year working to help afford this whole mess.

Stomped around Shiga a lot, didn’t get a whole lot further away.

First term of school was alright, but ultimately pretty uninspiring.

Second term was better in terms of class content, but I found myself going to only about half of ‘em.

After about August my excursions fell quite a bit; did some driving in October, which was great, but the last distance thing I did.

Same with the web-log entries; I’ve barely written anything over the last few months.

The whole experience – the ups, and the many down I decided NOT to share – has been really good for me. Did a lot of the growing up I missed out on, at some kind of bizarre accelerated pace.

Turned twenty-five, which occasionally sinks in and really freaks me out, but.

We’ll see if I can’t get around on my train pass some more in the next few weeks and have something to write about again.

Anyway.

EOY

and out the other side

A fever – a really bad fever – can do things to people. You come in one way; you sweat out of every pore while your brain burns itself up; and you come out the other side of it different. Like the sickness is a kind of last-resort effort to change. Didn’t have a fever, but I had one serious headcold for a week and a half and it sort of feels something like that has happened. Starting to feel my age (and I’ll be damned if I even knew what that was supposed to feel like before now).

definition: part one

Michael found three grey hairs in his beard tonight, and the rest of it is looking particularly shot-through with blonde; and while he’s had quite a bit of sun this summer, it hasn’t been quite enough for that. So he’s pretty maudlin right now.

blargh

I hate birthdays and I love Firefly.  Also: living in an almost-proper dorm has assisted in my acceptance of alcohol for personal use.

It’s going to be a long day.

retrospective

I don’t have a decent tagline intro. Anyway, it’s the six-month mark (more or less) with another six to go.