The last two months have proven one thing to me. The Tri-Cities needs more brunch. Nuff said.
Maps and things are going on here. I've been working at Hanford for about three months now. It's intriguing in a "waste management" kind of way... I actually feel safer working there than I do drinking tap water in my apartment, but that's the way this cookie crumbles, I suppose.
I hooked myself up to a very nice apartment with a view of the Columbia River and of Bateman Island. I'm down the street from a greasy spoon diner, and I've been treating myself recently to Anthony's and Tagaris Winery eats.
Men in this town are so very different from the skinny-jean, panhandling hipsters in Portland, and I've been intrigued to get to know some of them. By far, though, I'm counting down the years (yes, unfortunately plural) before I can head west once more. Although I have been living in small town America for the last 8 years, being settled and stable in small town America makes me ... antsy. I want to travel, and perhaps this is my chance to save up enough capital to either buy a house, or buy many plane tickets to far-off destinations. We shall see.
My top three destinations are currently Peru/Chile, India and Australia/New Zealand. Lucky for me, I have a cousin with free floorspace and two cute-as-a-button kiddos for me to visit down under, so that may be number one on my list for a while.
The thesis is coming along. Hopefully will defend by the end of November, and be quit of this chain around my neck.
Wish me all the luck you can, I hate talking in public.
