Until January, Pittsburgh.

Like Ashley, I am returning home to California  And, like Ashley, I will be positively delirious with exhaustion and jet lag and I'm probably going to think goats with top hats are trying to explain string theory to me halfway through my flight home.  I did have a final at the wonderful hour of 8:45 am, but did my alarm clock care?  No.  I woke up at 10:30 screaming bloody murder and trying to convince myself I was still dreaming because there is no way you can be 2 hours late for a final and still take it.  I sprinted to my classroom and flung open the door dramatically and my panicked eyes found my teacher, expecting him to tell me I was too late (events may be dramatized for effect).  Instead, he handed me the final and told me to finish it in the library.

So I took the final and I think I did pretty well.  That's that story.

And then our mother's graduation from grad school is tomorrow morning at the crisp hour that is 8 am. And then I have surgery on Monday.  It's not a big deal.  Really.

I am going home.  I am sitting at my gate, a perfectly timed hour before we board.  I have a Subway foot-long on my right and my charging phone on my right (as to deter the sit-right-next-to-you-even-though-there-are-like-five-thousand-empty-seats person) and I could not be more excited to be back in California. 

Ashley is currently home, for those who were wondering.  She lost her luggage and one of her layovers was in Reykjavik, Iceland.  Since I'm pretty sure none of our readers know this: I am absolutely in love with Iceland and I don't think it's fair that Ashley got to be the first person in our family to be in that wonderful country and not me.  It's not like I discovered Iceland, but it's like I did.

I have a layover in Phoenix.  I've never been to Phoenix so I am quite excited to see what their airport has to offer.  Everyone is like LOL IT'LL BE SO HOT BRING SHORTS because apparently the Phoenix airport has no roof and/or stable indoor temperatures and the elements will be blowing amok and I will be sweating profusely and wishing I had brought shorts to change into.  I don't understand why people think this way.

In any case, I believe Ashley wants to make a video as her next blog post and she requires my master technical skills and by master technical skills I mean she needs to use my camera because her camera doesn't take video and mine does.  So, expect that to happen within the next week or so.  I will probably be in it so you all get to see how utterly dull I am when a camera lens is pointed at my face.  It'll be fun.

And now I must devour my sub.  It's been waiting patiently for me and I cannot deny it any longer.  Farewell, Pittsburgh.  I'll see you in January.