I've now been in Florida for a week and despite a slight burn, I have almost no tan to speak of. my arms are a bit freckly, though. Suppose it's all due to that fair Irish skin. My sister must not have gotten the memo because she tans much faster than me.

Columbus is calling for me, though. It has become home again, and I never thought it could. For the longest time I thought Athens would become my permanent residence. When I was in middle school I wanted to eventually live in France; I still do, but a way of getting there is not yet conceived.

My friends are in Columbus and that is what matters. Recently I have come to the conclusion that the people in a given place are the determining factor for whether one stays or goes, or is even comfortable. Visiting my father has been great, but this isn't home to me. I want to get back to my friends, my job, my routine.