Another entry wherein only one important thing happens.
I am struck by how quickly this fall is flying by. It’s kind of disturbing. It feels like it was the beginning of September last week, and now it’s already October and the time at which I’ll need to have the rest of the current chapters written is rapidly approaching.
On top of that, I’ll be back home before I know it—after this week, things pick up speed again, and before I know it I’ll only have a month left in the great city of St. Petersburg. This too is disturbing: I’m meeting a bunch of people that, realistically, I realize I’ll be lucky to see again after we’re all home.
It wasn’t all that long ago that I myself wrote that we make our own luck, I guess. Here’s to that beautiful idea, and the hope that it’s one of those ones that works out in practice.