It's the waft of old beer that hits your face while walking down the streets in Athens that splinters my indifference to my local and gives my brain a splash of reality. I could be walking down any street in the United States when I'm not focused on my surroundings, until that odor of old, spilt beer reaches your nostrils.
Other than that I have been inexplicably happy in my transition back to OU after the summers festivities. Perry and I have been experimenting with Manacotti and stir frys and other wondrous food on our poor college budget.
I think part of my complete happiness comes from knowing that these are a precious few days where there is no worry of school or work and no pressing deadlines. These are few hours that will be quickly gone and I will long for them repeatedly throughout the year.
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