What type of coffee are you?

This online quiz was surprisingly accurate.
    You Are a Frappacino
    At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern
    At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent
    You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet
    Your caffeine addiction level: low

Homecoming, part 2

It's been almost a week since Homecoming, and I still haven't followed up on my first post about it.

It's somewhat weird to go back to a place you haven't been in four years, and feel like you're such a different person than you were then. It's also weird to go to your class reunion, where the vast majority of people are married and have babies, and be one of only a handful who are unattached.

So I hung out with people I've seen a couple times since leaving school and leaving Chicago, and reconnected with several that I'd completely lost touch with. And, got to meet the significant others of a few friends.

I also realized something important about friendships. I think it's really true that there are some people who are only in our lives for a short while, and that's okay.


I just returned to Chicago with my friend, Laura, after heading to Taylor for Homecoming and my 5-year reunion. I saw some great friends, and generally reconnected with lots of people, so that was good.

I have more to say about the whole experience, but I'll post about that later, when I'm in a better frame of mind to process it (too tired right now).

Are my feet shrinking?

I think my feet are shrinking. No, seriously.

I've always been a size 11. Trust me, you don't just forget that you have feet that big, and no matter how much you may want to collect shoes, at that size, it's just not practical.

But, yesterday, when trying on an outfit I bought to show a friend, she lent me shoes to try with it. They're size 9 1/2, and they fit. I tried on the same pair at the shoe store today, thinking I might want to buy them (because otherwise I would need to return the outfit because I have no shoes that would fit). Same shoes, same size, and they were just too close for me to be comfortable. So, I'm thinking about it.

But, even if I did want to go a 1/2 size higher (which would be all that I would need), that would still be an entire size smaller than I'm using to buying.

Is this possible? Can your feet shrink?

In the Windy City

I made it! I'm in Chicago, on vacation, and today stretches out before me with nothing at all that I absolutely have to do. It's wonderful.

Done, done and done.

It's Friday night, late. I'm sitting here at my parents' house, planning to spend the night in a real bed for the first time in a couple weeks. And, my bedroom floor is almost completely done. I say almost, because I still need to do the transition pieces and quarter round. But, the floor is basically done, and tomorrow I can begin the process of putting my bedroom back together. Cutting the quarter round and transition pieces will create some dust, but nearly as much as cutting the floor boards themselves.

So, really, I should be sitting here happy, proud of myself for what I've accomplished. Instead, somehow, my mom has managed to pull the joy out of this moment for me. She doesn't think that I should take on a project like this again, and she doesn't think I should have taken it on alone. In fact, she specifically told me not to do it again.

I'm upset by this, partly because I really hate it when my mother forgets that I'm 27 and tells me what to do. But I'm also upset because I really enjoyed doing this, and I worked hard, and I'm proud of myself for accomplishing it. And, I want to do it again. And I think it's okay to be proud of what I've accomplished.