Since when is January over?!

I protest this mightily.

But then again, it means I’m just one month away from my trip to TURKEY! Woooooot!

Dad’s speaking at a conference in Istanbul (Constantinople for the Orthodox among us ;-) ) and I’ve been invited to come along. For two weeks. In the words of George Costanza, “I’m busting!”

Which means, of course, that I’ll need to *bust* my little butt of this month getting schoolwork done so I don’t fall behind. And I’ll also need to practice a little fiscal responsibility so that I can afford this trip; that’s one of the reasons I’ve started selling my prints on Etsy. C’mon, you know you want one…

School is going well. I love anthropology. But it’s completely messing me up. The anthropological paradigm is so different, and so at odds with other dominant paradigms, that I’ve finally realized I’m turning into an anthropologist. And I love it.

I’m also turning into the quintessential college student, much as I try to resist it. Junk food, a messy room, and constant chaos are the norm. Sometimes it’s overwhelming. Dad is in an S.A.D. funk. Mom is going through menopause. Papa has Alzheimer’s. Hannah’s quintessentially 12 years old, and I feel bad for my brother because it must stink to be the only sane one in the house.

Other times I let go of my desire for order and embrace our weirdness. Gotta admit, it’s more fun that way.