Another drive

Eight years ago I made a similar drive North. Though in both instances I was frightened, the sensations were completely different. The first time around I was frightened that I would lose touch with all of the incredible friends that I had made the previous couple of years. This time I knew that those who are my friends would not be separated from me, we're intertwined in spirit, or something like that. I'm not entirely sure what was so scary this time; one theory that I have is that the community in which I've moved into would rival that of 104. Which is kind of weird, because if it did come even close to matching 104, that would be an incredible thing for my life, right? It's kind of like when a girl likes a guy, she still tells him that he and another girl would be a great couple. Girls are weird. So I guess makes me weird too. Another theory I have is that I've thrown so much change into my life at one moment that I might spontaneously combust. It might be a more valid theory.

Regardless, I've moved into the Wilson house in Ames, Iowa. It's a nice place, though so far I haven't really been around. I've spent one night and my dresser drawers are still completely empty. I guess I'll get to that tomorrow. This evening I went for a run that turned into quite the adventure. I'm trying to figure out running routes and this adventure took me almost two hours and involved these things: three hills, a gravel/country road, being two hundred yards short of making the trip less than thirty minutes, using a park's "facilities", off-roading, a large puddle, a huge heron, a nettle patch [blasted things!], running under power lines, realizing how close I had been, being really glad that I have found these paths and probably several thousand burned calories [loose estimate]. And now I'm ready to crash into my bed and enjoy some sleep. For those of you who think that I'm now only posting once every ten days: you're wrong and I'll prove it tomorrowie. you have my love.