Wild Wonderful West Virginia
Man, what a struggle. You would think that if the US Ireland Alliance could negotiate peace in Northern Ireland that they could get me a direct flight. I had to fly from Ireland to London, London to New York, JFK. But they cancelled my flight, transferred me to a flight out of Laguardia, lost my bag, and then finally got to Washington, DC only to have to fly out to West Virginia the next day.
Thankfully, I am back in the windy-road neighborhoods of Kanawha Valley’s developed parts. It feels really great to be home. My mother and father have been really welcoming and the house looks great. Despite all the wonder, I have been depressed and self-loathing since I have been home. Guess it’s just the imaturity mixing with some self-centered vibes mostly due to the stress and the lack of fulfillment by working on my thesis. She is like this huge marble slab, intricately beautiful and yet heavy and unbearable.
The next few weeks should have some good times ahead, assuming that I can get my thesis done. Once I get it done, I will be heading to Washington, DC for a Truman Scholar reunion, then off to New York City to pursue my dreams.
