everything's coming up milhouse

when i found out i was accepted to depaul, i was in spain. the knowledge that i would not be forever living with my parents, teaching in shakopee, that the step would go down as a transition, thrilled me. i would be a student again, something i know how to do. knowing that shakopee was temporary didn't make the reentry any less shocking. nor did it change the simple fact that i am living with my parents at the quarter century mark. it's a funny thing, moving back home after 6 years. tom, my anthropology professor from olaf, spoke of his own return to his parent's house after graduate school. that we all regress to something different, a child, the parent of a teenager. and the striking reality is, it's no longer, really, our home. but we settle. we enjoy. we revel.

and, now, i know that that won't even go on much longer. knowing where i am going next year is that enebriatingly, exciting step forward. a few weeks ago i got an acceptance letter from harvard graduate school of education. and, after giving cambridge the once over this weekend, i sent in my deposit. so. to return, but differently, to the life of a student. heck yeah.