For we are bound by symmetry.

I keep waiting for the energy to write a fantastic first post for the new year. Well, as it turns out, the energy isn't coming and I am determined not to let a complete month go by before I get something out there. So, here it is?

I am waiting to board a plane that will take me back to Los Angeles. It will (probably) be four months before I return to the City of Roses. Four months before I kiss my mother and witness another Joe-ism. Four months. That will be the longest it has ever been.

Please write to me. I love Biola and, in a sense, I love LA, but words and sentiments from those who are North bring me comfort.