Life is complex, indeed.

It rained today. It washed some of the smog out of the air. I can see the mountains from my room's window. I'd told my roommate that he was crazy for thinking that, but he was right. Mountains, check.

(in the middle, yo)

I'm finding a way, though I don't yet know if it's the right one. I think it could be, though. I had lunch today with four others: two Australians, one Filipino, and a Swedish Brit. It was far better than some outings I've been on lately, and I'm glad of it. Today I intend to study with a friend from Mississippi. Also, today I'm going to register for a weekend trip to the Great Wall of China(!!), about which I'm a little excited. It'll be touristy and all, but I couldn't care less.

I am a bit concerned about people back home. I've been reminded (perhaps too often) that my life is here now. But I know all too well that my life is only here for 9.5 more months. After that, to what might I return? Home. That is, the States, my state, the cities I live in, my friends and family. I can be concerned if I want, and I feel I have good reason.

T