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I feel like it's time to write something. I'm not sure what to say.

The hard thing about missing Carleton, for me anyway, is knowing that there's no way to go back. Even if I moved back to Northfield and just hung around auditing classes all the time, so much of what made it wonderful is gone out into the world, dispersed. I am homesick and there is no home to go back to.

I suppose I'm not that homesick, though. Only sometimes.

And Katie from Canada came to check out U of Chicago for grad school and stayed here for a couple of nights (and down there for one in the middle, because it's really quite far away) and that was nice. We cooked and played a drawing game and tried to draw maps of our home countries. (You should try, it's really hard to do. I left out West Virginia, in addition to everything being out of proportion and the wrong shape and lots of stuff in the southeast probably bordering on the wrong states.) Today we went to the Art Institute, which was the second time this week for me, which was really neat. I wish I'd gotten around to going more this month; it's free in February, which is really nice because then I don't feel so obligated to stay until long after I have been sensorily overloaded.

My parents are coming tomorrow for my birthday, which is exciting too.

And I feel like I am doing a good job on the Analysis midterm, which is somewhat shocking. Why would that be shocking, you ask? Because of eleven problems on the last homework, Owen and I together were able to do two. And cooperation is discouraged on midterms, you know... it turns out the last homework was impossible for most everyone, though, I guess.

The End.