Insomnia

Tonight I fell asleep just fine. I was dreaming, and it was an interesting dream, even if I can no longer remember it. Then suddenly something in real life poked the back of my knee and I started awake. I don't know what it was, but my mind said Spider! and my reflexes leaped into action to swipe the imaginary spider out of my bed and that little burst of adrenaline snapped me right out of my dream and out of my sleep.

It's been almost two hours and I've momentarily given up. So, lucky readers, you get some random late-night thoughts. It's 3:00 in the morning. Don't expect anything terribly profound.

I. Ludington Parking


II. Hace Calor
This song has been stuck in my head for the last couple days. It usually does get stuck in my head about this time of year. We used to sing it all the time in Spain (at least, after the first month or so when it finally did get hot and I was able to thaw out a bit). At the time I didn't know where the song came from and assumed it was some South American Spanglish pop song. I remember looking for it on iTunes when iTunes was invented and always wondered why I couldn't find it. Then YouTube was invented and I figured it out.

III. Doing a Hard Thing
Today I started packing up my bookshelf. One of the things I like about packing and moving is getting rid of stuff that I don't actually need, but it's hard with books. Today as I packed box after box (10 and counting) I decided to observe a much stricter criteria for what I will keep and what I will not. It was sort of liberating to watch the stack of Books I Feel Okay Getting Rid Of grow. I was very proud of myself. They're not bad books; I just don't need them all.

I should hold my own $0.25-a-book library book sale.

Doing this made me think of one of my favorite old blog posts. I just read through it again and I still quite like it. I was surprised how many defining moments of my life it encompassed, quite casually (my entry into running distances and my decision to come to Michigan and my introduction to NPR...).

IV. Speaking of Packing
This move makes me feel very unsettled, more than any other move I've gone through. I have never had a move that did not turn out good in the end, so I'm not as worried as I might sometimes sound. But while moving back to Provo is just a little scary, moving away from Ann Arbor is a lot scary. I've been waking up almost every morning feeling almost sick to my stomach because I'm already so sad that I'll be leaving. I'll give Ann Arbor a proper goodbye blog post in a couple weeks or so, when I get closer to the move. Just writing this little paragraph is making me cry. I should probably try to go back to bed now.

Signing off.
3:24 a.m.