I do beg your pardon

This week feels abnormally long for no reasons that I can fathom. It's not that there're more things that usual that're happening this week: one midterm, one quiz, a job orientation, that's it. In terms of psychological distress I've dealt with far worse. It's completely illogical that I should feel burnt out by Friday or so utterly relieved that thank God, the academic week is over, two day break and the next one, please.

I'm not so sure how much of a break the weekend will be, though, since I'll be going home next weekend and therefore it'll be necessary for me to finish things ahead of time, and finish as much of them as possible. There'll always be other stuff to do at home--weeding for example: my mom had recently reported to me that "green things are coming up in the yard, but I'm not sure which are the ones you planted and which ones are weeds." I'll get to plant some more stuff, which will be soothing. I don't mind the working in the garden part, it's all very relaxing and therefore a perfect counter point to the other aspects of being at home. Home is not a place to return to anymore. Not necessarily, at least. Home is where to go to find unconditional support and necessary pressure and to remember that I actually do fit into other people's lives, whatever that might mean. But home is not a place to take a break in anymore. Davis is where I return to each day, each weekend, and where I lock myself in my room for three hours with a book of my choice, because that's how I relax. I avoid calling Davis "home" in Chinse. It confuses my parents, maybe even upsets my mom a little because it was her gift to me, her promise, that as long as she's alive I'll have always have a home, wherever she is, to go back to.

Ah well.

Rose's adoption application's finalized and she'll be leaving this Saturday. We're all very proud of her because she was adopted, after all, at her second adoption fair (Annie and I agreed that the pathetic noises she made must've worked really well). Georgia, therefore will be fostered by us until she gets adopted and currently we're going to have to do a little bit of training with her, teaching her that the counters are a no-go and to stay away from my plants. (So far I'm just thankful I didn't plant anything that's actually poisonous when ingested.)

Meanwhile-- Friday!