For some reason, today I feel like I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes. Well, not a thousand, but at least half a dozen disjoint lives. Or maybe like I’ve lived in a series of novels with the same protagonist, but each novel has distinct storylines, supporting characters, and settings. Actually, I guess that last one really is what life is like for some people. I haven’t decided if the novels are well-written or poorly composed yet though.

I also feel like a nomad. At least I have a home now. This apartment gives me more comfort than I would have anticipated. I don’t have many friends or acquaintances that know what it feels like to be homeless. I mean, I’ve always had a roof over my head, but I firmly believe there is a difference between a house/apartment/whatever/place-to-put-all-your-stuff and a HOME. I remember first having this argument with my mother when I was in the 8th grade. And I’ve had the conversation with many others since then.

At any rate, the rest of my evening holds the following: a long hot shower, cleaning my apartment, analysis homework & studying, and general hanging out. I better get cracking on that!

Oh – something new I learned this week – apparently most southerners pronounce the word “ornery” without the first r. As in: “awnry.” Yeah, totally weird. Except I’m the weirdo northerner that says “orn-er-y.” Still, I am loving Texas!

Plus, for anyone who was worried – I’ve been getting my weekly Steelers fix even though I’m in Texas. Yay for bars with NFL Sunday Ticket! And next Saturday I’ll be getting on my first airplane flight EVER and next Sunday I’ll be at Heinz Field watching the Steelers play the Ravens. Woo hoo!