My life is so important that it needs its own newsletter.

I haven't penned, or rather, typed, my thoughts in a very long time. Nearly two months ago I decided I was going to take the GRE, which is basically the SATs for grad school, and much of my free time has been devoted to relearning algebra and digesting words I've never seen before and probably will never see again. I'm hoping to go back to school for public health; that seems like the most appropriate mix of my interests. I can only hope that I find happiness, fulfillment and gainful employment in that field. There's a part of me that's not sure if I'm making the right decision. What if I leave my job now and realize I was happiest there? I don't know. This is a big risk and I'm not a risk-taker, but I'm also getting tired of waiting on monumental realizations before I'm prodded to do something. There's always a million reasons not to take a chance, and for once in my life I need to look past those.

T and I are celebrating our two year anniversary this weekend. In some aspects it feels like we've been together for centuries; in some ways it feels like a few weeks. We're going to Biltmore in Asheville, North Carolina, which is an expansive estate constructed in the early 1900's that now functions as a hot destination for couples wishing to shell out hundreds of dollars for wine tasting and hotel rooms with animal feet on the bottom of the bathtubs. We're staying at a Holiday Inn.

I think that's it. Oh yeah, and I'm really into my cat.