Squibby (adj.) - unsettled, restless, not quite right.
It may be because I'm anxious about my graduate school application (I won't find out anything until April), or because I have some kind of horrific, disgusting cold that has seemingly transformed my nose into a waterfall, or even because I am not feeling spiritually satisfied by my courses this term... whatever the cause, I'm in desperate need of a change. I'd even settle for a vacation.
... Actually, now that I think about it, I'd prefer a vacation. I haven't really had one in the past two years, unless you count visiting Florida, which I don't. I love my family and friends (for really realz, I do!), but the old adage is true: you can never really go home again. There is always too much to do, too many friends and family to see, and not nearly enough time or energy to do it. Someone always ends up with their feelings hurt, Chris and I leave feeling guilty and frustrated, and I inevitably come back to Portland sick and exhausted.
Yes, I need a vacation. I've declared it. It's officially true. This past Christmas, Christopher and I decided to skip giving each other gifts in order to save money to go on a weekend trip somewhere in the Northwest. I think it's time to cash in on that deal. Then, when I come back, I'll be my old self again - smiling, happy, positive, with sinuses that don't resemble the Hoover Dam. Too much information? Sorry, but we're all family here.
PS - My brother is fine. The cancer was completely removed, and two specialists confirmed that he has only a 5% chance of recurrence. Huzzah! Thank you for all of your kind words and good juju!
