Cram it in.

This is my last week of Easter Break -- we had a glorious 4 weeks off school, which was extremely nice because I felt like I hadn't had a break at all since school started in September. I've pretty much worked nonstop every week of the break, though -- but I've really enjoyed it, which goes to show that it's not the work that I don't like about school, it's everything else. I used to think that I'd love to live my life as a student to learn everything I could about everything I could -- but that theory has jumped out of my third-story window. I love learning, but not their learning, the way they think everyone learns, the things they think should be important.

So there isn't much to report back on. Slips has been my life for the past 3 weeks, and in the evenings I'd come home and make dinner with Leander or for my boys or for some other friends, or go to Liz's house (she lives a block away from Slips) and hang out with her before I went home. I taught a poetry workshop, which went down pretty well and I got a lot of feedback, the good kind, back from it. I also got to bring home a handful of things that we had to "throw out" -- it's mostly always meat, which my housemates like. It's sometimes a pain being a vegetarian -- I don't get the freebies! Although the other day I did get to bring home a tub of barbecue sauce, so I made my own pizza dough and pizzas with the sauce as a base. The highlights of my life are the domestic ones, I suppose.

Leander's friend Roxeanne from London came to visit last weekend, and we all had so much fun together that I think my friends Katie and Haley and I are going to try to go visit her in a couple weekends to see a little bit of London and go out to see the nightlife, too. It's easier, I think, to see London from someone else's eyes. It feels too big to conquer on its own, without knowing how much of it to cover or leave alone. It's exciting to think about -- right now we're just trying to coordinate a time to go.

It's definitely spring -- we can smell it and hear it and feel it. On Monday there was such a beautiful bit of sun that we raced to the park and stayed there all day. I ache for weather nice enough to live outside in -- my spring fever is kicking in with too much energy. I've had too much energy on the whole the past few weeks, something that almost everyone I know has commented on because I always want to go, to do, to see, to be somewhere outside or somewhere other than inside the house. We can't always, though, because some days it really is too cold to sit outside. This country takes entirely too long to warm up.

The lack of exciting things to write about just means that I live here, and how one can become happy with the life they have means they don't want to sit to write about it, but get up and experience it. I just like being here, waking up in this country every morning, knowing that 5 minutes away is a beautiful park with grass that wants the sun as much as I do, that before this day is over I will eat with people I love, and that before my feet come back to this bed they will have traveled on English soil like they belong to it.