Time is Relative

Now that I'm going home, it doesn't feel like I'm going home.  By the time I go home, I will have been here half a year and it feels like I've barely been here at all.  I find myself saying 'see you in 30-60 days!' at the end of emails not really believing that's true.  My friend told me the new season of Glee starts in 2 weeks---I was wondering why the season was starting so early??  But wait...it's almost mid-September.  Because the weather never changes here, in my head it's still the middle of August (and forever it will stay).  Since the weather won't be getting cooler, college football won't be playing on tv, and the trees outside won't be changing colors, it will forever be summer to me.  The hot and humid part of the year where I come from.  It really goes to show that time really is relative. 

I suppose this is because I have no idea what date I'm coming home and where my next career move is going to be.  There are three potential prospects in three different places.  This shouldn't be a surprise coming from me :-P  I won't talk about where they are or with who because I don't want to jinx anything.  All I ask is that you think many positive thoughts for me this weekend as I go through some Skype interviews.  Everlasting gratitude to you!