I have been sleeping on the floor of my new house. It’s no big deal because I have slept on the floor for the most part of this summer. I have taken a liking to it. My room is now painted and ready to be moved into. After traveling so much, I am so excited to have a home again, even if my room does smell like fresh paint and I am sleeping on the floor.

The past couple days have been pretty laid back and in a happy aimlessness spending time with my roomies and Meredith. I should have gone to class yesterday, but I didn’t want to. I feel like Peter from the movie “Office Space.” He decided to stop going to work; not quitting, but just not going. He was so happy about it too. I went to class today, but yesterday I just didn’t feel like it. (I can’t believe I am saying this.)

It’s so weird to be in classes again. Everyone here is so hardcore about school and seems to be concerned with little else. Being like that earned me an exceptional GPA and a tight portfolio. I guess that’s why you can train for a life’s worth of a job in four years of study. But now I am ready to relax and take each day with things in more perspective. I won’t relax my way out of school and become a bum; I just don’t ever want to slide into the study/sleep/study cycle of college.

I think that’s what hits me most as my vacation from reality ends: I like vacations from reality. It could be repairing vandalized churches in Mexico, going on Safaris in Africa, speaking in Italy, days away with my girlfriend, laughing with friends, or praying all by myself. But, I guess that is my reality. So my challenge this fall is to let my studious life converge with my vacation from reality, fabricating this unique reality of my own.