This morning, I woke up in my own bed! What a novel concept.
Today is January 22nd, and I have now been home for just over three days. I've had Mexican food, drank milk, and experienced the wonderful joy of having to help Dad dig the car out of the snow - he was backing it out of the driveway without realizing he was doing it crooked and managed to slide partially onto the lawn. The culture shock so far has been limited to saying to myself "Oh, the cars are big" and "Gas is so cheap!" Beyond that, it's mostly the little details, like having bars, restaurants and shops ad nauseam in a twenty foot stretch of road, and being able to walk everywhere. I guess I'll just have to hurry up, become an urban planner, demolish large sections of the Twin Cities, influence immigration policy so hundreds of thousands of Europeans can come here, and then rebuild everything in a more convenient fashion. That's for tomorrow.
I start classes on Monday. I am taking two geography courses, Urban GIS and Disciplines & Methods of Geography, as well an International Studies (IS) course on Capitalism, and either Creative Writing or an IS seminar on Paradigms of Global Leadership. They will all be exceedingly difficult, but I have made certain they are all instructed in English, and I'm sure I'll cope somehow. Also, tomorrow, I move into my spring housing. I will be living with a bunch of friends in a seven-bedroom house off of Ashland Avenue about three blocks away from campus. I've only been in the house once, in August, so I can't recall where I'll be living in the house or what the layout of the place is. I can only hope I will be comfortable and warm. Other than that, I've been sleeping well, eating well, and enjoying the sensation of not having to worry about catching a plane or a train or a bus. It's a quick vacation, but an enjoyable one all the same.
Montpellier me manque, but home is where the heart and college are.
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Last night, I told Sam that we should probably buy a couple gallons of milk since you were coming over for dinner. And he said, "I don't think so. Maybe Peter doesn't like milk anymore." And I scoffed. Loudly, if that is possible. I'm glad to know you still like milk and mexican food and that the Twin Cities are as ridiculously spread out as ever.
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