It’s been a while, friends.
I should have known that freshman year of college, especially in a program as intense as the one I’m in, would not allow for much leisure time/ blogging time. But, although it seems almost moot to throw some more words into the expansive Internet at this point, I’m going to do it anyway. Hey, let’s see if that cajillion dollars of education has improved my writing at all yet.
My school year was good, but it could have been much better. I disappointed myself academically and socially. I didn’t venture out into the big wild city as much as I had hoped to. I made some dumb decisions. I puked on too many shoes. But I’m trying not to dwell too much on the bad parts of this year, and instead to remember the good parts and look forward to next semester.
I also learned a lot. Some of the learning was about myself, some about subjects that I didn’t even know existed before. I had a few immensely meaningful realizations that I’m still trying to organize into some coherence in my head. I think Dostoevsky put the fear of God in me, for one thing.
And now I’m back home in Houston. I got back Monday night, and ever since I’ve been mostly lazing about, reading and unpacking. Next week I’ll be going up to Austin, where I’ll be for most of the summer. I’m going to be working with my brother on his new business venture, Austin Bicycle Co., as wel as interning at KUT, the NPR affiliate at University of Texas. In addition, I plan to read Don Quixote and any Hofstadter I can get my hands on. I might even tackle the GEB, if I’m feeling up to it.
I’m looking forward to the summer – I need some time to recuperate and re-examine what’s important to me. But I’m looking forward to next semester even more. I’ll be taking some great classes, and I won’t have the awkward freshman not-knowing-anybody thing going on. I’ll be living with two amazing, talented friends of mine, both of whom I would follow to the ends of the earth. And, if the universe is kind to me, I’ll even have a salary.
But for now, I’m going to continue unpacking and drinking sweet tea. It’s good to be home.














