Meanwhile, one of my sisters started her job as a barista in Alaska. Another of my sisters has been adjusting to her life as an avocat in Paris. And yet another went on a week long tour through New England. *And the last one (as of May 31) just spent a week in California.
Every day I passed the University buildings on my way home, as chairs and tents and stages were set up in preparation for the thousands of students ready to take their diplomas and start on their new post-graduation adventures.
By Friday, as you can guess, I was feeling as drab and colorless as my newly cleaned lab.
It was with some relief then that my roommate asked me to accompany her to Richmond to pick up her parents from the airport. We were early so while she stayed in the car to finish a thoroughly gripping book, I lay on the grass, and dreamed about life while staring at the wonder that is the SR-71 Blackbird.
VA Aviation Museum |
Blue Ridge Parkway |
Snow Hill Farm, VA |
And that was just part of my weekend.
Thank goodness for friends who like to save me from myself.
I have a feeling those things didn't take much convincing. Random weekends are the best.
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