A Soft Place To Fall

Now I know if any Phi Delts read this, they'll immediately think of Rahoul and Bid Acceptance. But the title actually comes from an old Western Swing song from Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys. It's too long to explain, but let's get back to what really matters, namely not Texas musicians from the 1940s. In about 6 hours, I will officially be the only college-aged kid left in Dallas. Ok, not really, but at least in the group that we hang out with. John is taking off for Northwestern tomorrow at 0530 (there's military time for ya since he's in Navy ROTC). As relaxing as this time will be, I almost think I know what it feels like to be on a silent retreat, or at least in some sort of isolation. I spent most of my Labor (or is it Labour) Day reading on the couch as my mom and dad watched some movie about Cuba in the 1950s. Not that this should be interesting to y'all because it's not really all that interesting to me. I just figured I should let y'all know, even though most folks think I'm already overseas. I don't know if this part of the experience will make Ireland that much more entertaining, this sort of hiatus from socialization. I can tell you know, I already crave the sort of interaction that one finds amongst college students. I already miss sitting on the mall, or walking up and down having five minute conversations with people in between classes. So I guess the long and short of it is that I miss all y'all and will continue to do so until I'm back in Omaha, I just might not express it in such a longing tone once I get to Ireland.

vaya con Dios