1st Semester: done

As I write this, I'm home in Cleveland, sitting with my dad while he polishes off a second bowl of ice cream, watching Office re-runs. It's good to be home.

This time of year is always filled with nostalgia. There's the 'year's end' reflecting (and what year it's been!), but since my life still allows me to live in semesters, it also means remembering everything that's happened in the past four months, watching students grow as they discovered Europe.

I was sitting in the Dean's office as classes were finishing, and as we shared our favorite memories of the semester, he paused for a moment, and said "You know. I love this job. But I hate that we have to say goodbye so often."

This semester was so wonderful for so many reasons. I learned so much: about myself, about loving others, about patience, about trust. And it went by in a flash.

One of my favorite afternoons this semester: coffee, muffins, vintage shops, and Scotland