Oh, Sting. You were not born to make music videos, and yet...
I'm going home. We're leaving for school in just a few minutes. I got back yesterday afternoon after two flights, one irritatingly delayed and, weirdly, also carrying my old French teacher, and spent the evening with friends here. Now my mama, a nearby classmate and I are schlepping ourselves back up north. It's snowing here and last night was numbingly, record-settingly cold. My toes already hurt. But I am actually aching to see everyone. I don't want those 200 miles to exist.
But I am already reunited with my ukulele. We are going to have so much fun together...
