Bi-Weekly Curious

A quick scene: I'm sitting at the coziest coffeehouse in West Seattle, looking out some mission-style windows at big chunks of snow falling to the ground. It's allegedly too warm for snow, but snowing it is!

I've been crazy the last few weeks. There's nothing like the chaos of moving to bring sanity mercily to its knees. So, yeah. Frenetic. Up. Down. I think I've finally stabilized, thanks to my wonderful mate's abilities with a broom. I went out for dinner and drinks with the ladies Friday night, in the height of my post-move morass. I came home to a house so immaculately cleaned that I thought Steve must have certainly hired someone to come in and help: how else could he have done all of that in the few hours I was out? It's amazing: my mood shifted, and I've been in good shape ever since. It's so nice to have a place to go (a.k.a., "home") which is relaxing, calm, and inviting. It had been a few months since I'd had that.

I've been without a reliable Internet connection since I moved, which has been thoroughly frustrating. I feel castrated. Yes, I know that seems exaggerated, and yes, that's how it feels. I'm so reliant on all-things www, that a few weeks without has me in a monitor-illuminated darkness. I usually get all of my news from the Web. My gossip. My research fix. So, I'm at least two weeks behind on all matters of importance in the world.

School has been a bright spot, as usual. I love my class. I love my classmates. I love my teachers. I love the subject matter. I love how every passing hour of studies leads me further toward what I want to know about the world, further toward a direction I may ultimately choose. It feels like my own special, life-sized cliffhanger.

How are you?