/me sighs

So here we are almost 3 weeks into the new year, and I still don’t have an update with “2006” in the date. I am sorry, my dear readers (reader?), I really am. As I was just explaining to The Scot, I’m not much for doing small updates, as I prefer longer updates with more substance. However, by the time I actually get to where I want to update, I can’t remember half the stuff I wanted to write about in the first place. I guess the best way to remedy that is going to be this: when interesting stuff happens, I’ll write about it, hopefully in a timely fashion. However, my life is not always terribly interesting, so I can’t promise there will be much [interesting] content. I hope you can deal with that. =o)

So yes, as promised, here is an update about my trip to Oregon.

After getting approximately 4 hours of sleep, I woke up at around 4:30 AM on December 29th, showered & dressed, made sure I had packed everything I needed to bring, and my dad and I left for JFK International Airport at around 5:30. Neither flight was terribly interesting…a little turbulent, but nothing major. (Aside: The innovative touch screen control of the Nintendo DS is not particularly well suited to turbulent airplanes.) Landed in San Francisco, dashed down to the departure gate for my connecting flight to Portland, had my carry-on randomly checked because of the Playstation 2 in my bag (Michelle’s Christmas present), boarded the plane to Portland, and touched down a couple hours later.

I was a little anxious getting off the plane…I mean, I knew for sure that I was in love with Michelle, and all that good stuff, but there was always the chance that maybe I wouldn’t like her, or that she wouldn’t like me. I didn’t see that as being the case though, so I dashed off the plane and walked around looking for her, since I wasn’t exactly sure where I’d be meeting her.

After about a minute or two of that, I noticed this really cute girl leaning against one of the poles looking at something off to her right. A second later, it registered that I’d found her. There was that moment where our eyes locked for the first time, and the next thing I knew I was finally hugging the girl of my dreams, the woman I was going to marry one day.

A good five minutes later, we walked down to baggage claim and got my suitcase, then went out to the car and headed the two-ish hours back to her house.

I can’t say there’s very much to write about concerning my time there. Most of our time was spent snuggling at her house. But you know what? The trip couldn’t have been any more perfect than it was. I mean, other than if it were longer, but that doesn’t count. I’ve never been as happy as I was for those 5 days Michelle and I spent together. Getting back home and being apart wasn’t easy for the first week, and it seems like it’s been longer than two weeks since I got back home, but I now have those 5 days to look back on, and the promise of more good times to come in the future. The future is looking very, very bright.

One side note: coming home, American decided to ‘delay’ my bag, which means I got home on Wednesday and my bag got home on Friday, and when I got it back, the retractable handle thing was busted beyond all repair. I’ve tried getting in touch with their damaged baggage office or whatever it is, but I haven’t had any luck yet, so I’m not really sure what to do. If anyone has had any experience with this sort of thing, and can offer insights, that would be a tremendous help.

Moving on.

My winter break is about over, as classes start the 23rd. With any luck, this is going to be my last full semester at Nassau; I then plan on taking 3 credits during the summer session in June, and then I’ll be done there. That raises the question of where I’m going afterwards, but I’ll figure that out. I think so, anyway.

I guess that about does it for this update. I really will try to be better about it from here on out. I’ve said that before, to no avail, so we’ll see how it goes. So yes. Stay tuned…