Mar 6, 2005

The past week has been such a whirl wind. Where do I even begin?

I still hate going past the places where I'd been with my mom. It just reminds me of the first few days of us trying to find our way on our own. The hotel where we stayed, the mall where we roamed, the 7-eleven we frequented almost every night. I guess I'm trying to avoid homesickness. We did so much walking that week. I don't mind it so much, but I hate the thought of my mom doing it as well. She spent so much energy trying to get me settled in this new place.

I'm here studying architecture. I don't know if I want to make a career out of architecture, but I'd definitely do my share of practicing just so I could pay back my parents. I'd never be able to repay them for this, but it's the least I can do. Right?