Note from the home front

Apart from the fact that the name of this blog is now obsolete, not much has changed here in Chicago since I left. People have been asking me if it feels weird to be back, and I have to say that it doesn't. It's like when I came home from school - you can pick up where you left off, give or take a few piles of junk in your room.

One thing I have been noticing. People in Germany who'd been to the U.S. invariably mentioned how much bigger everything is here. I always assumed that was just a veiled way of saying how fat Americans are, but it's true in other respects as well; I don't think I walked among any skyscrapers when I was abroad. And, writing from my sister's new Mac, I guess I'm getting reused to the American keyboard. The German one is just different enough to be annoying (or, as I originally wrote the word as I would have on a German keyboard that transposes the "y" and the "z," annozing).

It's been an uneventful few days. I've been doing nice little things, like taking walks in the sunshine, visiting the library, and renewing my acquaintance with House, M.D. That sort of thing - along with doing some badly needed Latin and Greek review - will probably take up the remainder of the month I have here in Chicago, since there's really no point in trying to find a summer job, and none of my friends are here for the summer. Tomorrow I'm going with my sister to some sort of indie rock music festival extravaganza. I haven't seen the new HP movie yet, but I think that'll be sometime early next week, when the crowds may have died down a bit.