It's business time

You could say that this flight home ends the first business trip of my life, save perhaps the wine and dine trip put on by Microsoft when I was a ripe 23. This week life felt a little more complete. I spoke all week with academics in my desired field of study. I blended into three wintry cities and entered the buildings of six universities. I was operating by myself and for myself. I road three planes, three trains, and three subway systems. I felt longings for intellect, kinship, newness, and to dedicate myself to someone without neglecting my ego.

I keep thinking about language acquisition, but I can't stay on the subject long enough to hit on anything good. My French was crippled in Montreal by my unbalanced practice of reading books but not practicing colloquial utterances. I'll talk about that in my Ich kann blog.

I like being more complete, because I avoid reverting to the emptiness of years past, and it increments. I think that's what hurts so much about a breakup (relevant utterance: elle m'a plaqué.) A breakup is a decrement in completeness. It may open the way for something more fulfilling, yet the hollow of the meantime scrapes at your organs like hunger in the belly.

I took one photo on this trip. With snow like this, how can you not.