Romania

There are few things I think of more consistently. If it is possible to have fallen in love with a country, I have done so. Nearly every day, I think about the places I went, the air, the streets, the buildings. I close my eyes and I can see their faces, hear the sounds, and feel the icy touch of the spring rain. Someday, Romania...

Goodmorning Wednesday

Goodmorning Wednesday is something I said one night while I was up late studying. I said it because I really wasn't studying, and it really wasn't night anymore. It was morning. A Wednesday morning. There I was in the midst of my shortcomings and failures and Wednesday came along.

Goodmorning Wednesday became the title of a text document I had kept on my desktop. Basically it was a blog without the fancy interface and I was the only one who could read it. I guess this is a little different. We'll see how it all works out I suppose.