Today at work I offered a lot of feedback on a new building we’re building in the exact neighborhood I just moved from. It was fun. I talked about the culture and found photos on Google and Flickr that represent my old hood. And I wondered why I wasn’t homesick. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t unpacked. I still feel like I’m on some kind of very strange extended vacation wherein I work a lot of hours. Like, any moment I’m sure I’ll drive by the chapel to St. Basil at the University of St. Thomas, it’s just that I haven’t driven that way recently.
Odd.
