Looking For An Excursion

I know a person isn't supposed to live their life in this fashion, but this semester, everything between Sunday and Thursday afternoon is a nuisance.

Technically, it's just one thing — statistics — that bleeds over into everything else, casting a shadow of pervasive gloom over every week. While I can only complain so much — this torture is self induced — I do give myself the liberty of a therapeutic bitch session every now and again.

Actually, this longing for next weekend is due to the fact that I am fleeing the city with my friend and fellow West Coast transplant, Laurel. Although it is not going to be much of an escape from reality — we will be bringing work with us — it will still be nice to tuck ourselves away in some quaint B&B somewhere upstate, do some reading and watch the leaves turn.

I find that while this city does have a lot to offer, sometimes it can be a bit too much for me. I often find myself overwhelmed, overly tense and flooded with feelings of needing to get away. I'm also finding that I have these feelings much more frequently, due to the fact that my studies have become much more demanding and the realities of the next step are becoming more prevalent. (I have seven months until I finish my degree.)

I don't know where we're going for this excursion, but I will sure be glad when we get there!