A Note From New England:

Above: This is the view from Camel's Hump (Mt.) and is in no way a glimpse of Wisconsin. This is my homeland. Let there be no confusion. Wisconsin is pretty because it is flat. From where I am now, the view is, well frankly, curvacious.

Speaking of where I am... I am writing this post from my kitchen in Montpelier, Vermont. It seems wierd to blog outside of the 53511 zip code, but I couldn't keep myself away. This is my big vacation week home and just for the occasion, it is hot all over the US of A-- even here out east in the Green Mountains.

It's late in the afternoon, well over 90F, and our freezer is out of popsicles: holy tragedy boondog! Despite the conditions, I felt this trip was a good opporunity to report in on travel and the whole visit-home-deal. My older sister goes to a school just 4 hours from home. For me, Beloit is a 22-hour drive from my front door. This week marked the rare occasion my sister and I are home at the same time. Naturally, the fact that she has access to my parent's fridge anytime she's got the gas money has been on my mind. Since the popsicles disappeared from the icebox, I have been less intrigued by her convenient proximity. My life is evidently governed by food.

Anyway, I am not sure where this blog is going, but it is being typed very slowly. You see, I've got this ice cube in my mouth and one wedged between my ankles. Needless to say, between juggling them and pondering the best way to say "gee, it's nice to be home, but golly do I miss old Belwah already!" my typing has suffered. There, I think I've done it.

So, I will end this brief departure from Beloit Life and continue it when I'm back in the loop. In summation: the journey home was easy, the cookin' is a treat, and it's nice to get reaffirmation that Beloit is somewhere I want to be. I love being home, but I also love know I'm heading back to the Midwest on Sunday night!

Stay cool, cucumbers!
-Julia