Last night I went on a drive that took me by the building that The Hartford uses. They've put a Christmas tree on top and it looks really nice with the rest of the Hartford skyline. It made me happy, but also anxious- will I ever get home? In the past ten days or so I've written 45 pages and taken two exams. It's hard to believe there's still 15 pages left to write before I can leave guiltlessly.
The last real break in the work I had was last weekend. After we put on a field day for the Burmese children we tutor, Gabe and I decided to get them a tree. Going to buy one on the Berlin Turnpike was the first time I've really felt like Christmas was coming: it smelled like pine there, they had free hot chocolate, and everyone was in good spirits. I don't know if the Burmese really understood what we were doing when we dragged a tree up to their apartment, but they were happy anyway. It made me all the more eager to get home. I can't wait to see my Christmas tree.
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