
"Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive."
- Anäis Nin
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I love the concept of the Birth Clock.
In my Travel Plans post from last October, I mentioned that Arnon and I had planned a trip to Greece, Turkey and Israel in the spring. Well, it's spring and it's time for us to head overseas.
Originally, we planned to be away for six weeks, but because of Arnon's work schedule, we had to cut our vacation to four weeks. Around the time we were house hunting and scrambling to secure financing, we were also rearranging our tours, changing flight plans, and feeling pretty miserable about missing out on such sights as Meteora, Troy and Pergamom.
Alright, so Arnon was unphased, but I was genuinely upset. After all, what are the odds that I will be able to return to Greece and Turkey in the future just to see these remotely located archaeological ruins?
* sigh *
Such despair.
For the last four months I've been dreading this trip, mostly because of what I now describe as the REM factor. Generally, this sense of dread doesn't ease up until a few days into a trip, but this time around it eased up earlier and I've actually been excited about leaving, at least for the last week or so. I attribute this change in feelings to having had it with the home renovation project, which is still going on, and wanting to escape from it.
Since we're currently homeless and essentially living out of our car, our bags for the trip have been packed for a few weeks. We just need to make it through this work day and then we're free.
I swear, if the house isn't ready by the time we return, someone's gonna get hurt real bad. [Russell Peter reference, in case you missed it.]
Since I won't have a chance to post anything for a while ...
Happy Two-Days-Early Birthday, Elina! Happy Two-Days-Early Birthday, Adi! |
Can you believe it's May already? Is it just me or are the days passing by more quickly than ever before? My dad says it's a sign of advanced aging. Could it be true? Have I entered into a state of decline?
Well, I did crack another tooth the other day, most likely from grinding. I'm getting it fixed today. It's terrible to start out a fresh new month with a visit to the dentist. Don't get me wrong, I love my dentist. He's incredibly kind and patient. But despite technological advancements, I still consider dentistry to be a form of medieval torture. I don't think I'm alone in this view.
Anyway, I'm not in a good mood today, or lately for that matter. In fact, 2008 has been an incredibly shitty year thus far. Let's review the highlights, or rather lowlights:
Ok, so my list isn't as long as I thought it would be, but I still feel pretty upset about how poorly everything's turned out. Especially my hair. Why, for the love of pistachios, did I listen to Arnon? I swear, I never learn!
Come to think of it, I do have something nice coming up. This Saturday, I'm going with my three-year old niece to see Hello Kitty at the Stanford Mall. Our appointment is at 10:12 a.m. Bizarre. I guess Hello Kitty is very busy so every minute counts.