I'm glad its gray outside because it makes sitting inside with piles of reading all the more cozy and beckoning. Yesterday, I ran in light rain down a historical street lined with huge oaks and bright grass and Tudor mansions. I could almost believe I was back in England.

I don't fit in here. It's apparent on several levels. Strangely, my love of learning is one of them. Everyone bemoans the difficulty I have yet to discover. Reading interesting books on interesting topics is difficult? I never knew! ;-] Second, the absence of dallasite materialistic tendencies but literary, poetic, organic tea drinking habits put me distinctly on my own. Which I'm finding hard to cope with. A 27 year-old still haunted by not fitting in? I annoy myself. Third, I'm full-time staff taking classes on my lunch breaks and in the evenings. That's just weird ;-]. Lastly, I can't seem to consume information about God without being emotionally affected. While the class moves onto the depths of our depravity, I'm still plunging into the depths and wonderousness of His holiness. Yes, I know we've moved on in class, but I haven't! My mind may have wrapped itself (mostly) around a concept but my heart is still wrapping around its implications. My friend aptly described taking many seminary classes at once as a sort of gluttony. I only have two and I already feel gluttonous.