On Silence

So about two weeks ago, I was facing deadlines for essays do in my classes. My natural response when I was supposed to be in the library working was to spend an entire day not researching, and figuring how to incorporate a blog into my old web site.

Clearly once the novelty wore off, I didn't really return...

(Until now, hopefully)

As of now, though, the essays are done and I am on a break prepaing to go to the Middle East a week from today. Fly to Istanbul, take a train to Aleppo, Syria, a bus to Jordan, and a bus to Israel, then back to London. There are some natural concerns regarding the trip, but I figure I'm more likely to get in a car accident driving on the 405.

My girlfriend and her sister visited last week, which was a lot of fun. St. Patrick's Day in Ireland, punting in Cambridge, and pub hopping in London. When I came back home after they left, it was odd, though, because none of my roomates were home. On Monday I spent the day working on things at the house. I went to the market that evening, but it was closed due it being Easter Monday. Upon returning, it dawned on me that I was going to go the entire day without speaking to anybody.

That really is a bizarre notion because I can't really imagine a day in my life where I spoke to nobody. Content and somehwat excited (and admittedly a little bit concerned) with the idea, I settled in for a quiet night. But shortly before midnight, my roomate arrived after a trip, and I did escape what seemed to be the inevitable silence.

I have to say that it made me happy.