Be careful where you park your car

I've started running before work in the mornings, mainly because my car got busted by a piece of falling ice last week so my daily schedule is prolonged just enough that I don't get home with enough light left to run. The sun rises around 7 in the morning now, but it's light by about 6:30, so that's when I go out. This morning, I scared a little cottontail rabbit while running up one of the streets in the neighborhood behind our house, and the poor thing was trying to outrun me but having a devil of a time trying to get a grip on the icy road. He did a very awkward skid-slide into a driveway and bolted under the parked car there to get away from me. I hope he wasn't too offended that I giggled the rest of the way home about him.

Here are some pictures of my car.

The repairs will total about $5000, and we received $3200 from the insurance company. Once the car is repaired, my parents and I have come to the conclusion that the car will become my responsibility, so any repair costs/oil changes/insurance will be mine. It's a fair deal, even though it still feels kind of strange that I'm doing all these grown-up things like working and commuting and taking over responsibility of my own car.

Nostalgia

So I'm sitting here in my apartment in Taiwan, drinking a Corona and looking through pictures on Facebook, and realizing again just how incredibly fast time is moving. This picture is from second semester senior year. Chilling out on a Friday or a Saturday night in Newcomb, having a few beers, listening to music and talking away the night. That was life. That was my reality, and it was so familiar and so tangibly real that it seems impossible that it's never going to be like that again. I find myself missing those times terribly, and wondering if I'm ever going to feel that at ease, that comfortable with my surroundings again.