college station

this weekend. i hope i get trapped there by the hurricane. go gustav!

so i ran the day before yesterday. i opted out of biking in the park, and was going to try to discover the city on foot a little. it was highly enjoyable and i plan to do it again tonight. even though i have mind blowing shin splints. i'm not used to running on pavement.

anyways. i ran through the neighborhood across from my apartment. it's a mix of old and new. the new being extremely nice McMansions. well that isn't fair. some are tasteful. but all are large. the new loom over the older houses in a kind of daunting way. as if they're daring their owner to tear down the sad pathetic old house and replace it with a large energy eating monster.

ok. i sound a little bitter. i think because i love those old homes. the brick. i love the brick. the neighborhood reminded me of my mema's back in dallas. i adored her house. it was large and full of love and very old. we had to sell it after she died, and the new owner assholes tore it down to build their own McMansion. i loved that place (and my mema) a lot.

my run basically turned into sightseeing. i probably looked creepy and stalkerish. sweating and red and huffing. slowing to a walk when i saw a gorgeous house. most had big front windows. and it was dinner time. and as i was admiring these houses it probably looked like i was staring at the families as well...oh well. i plan on doing the same thing again tonight.

it also made me realize i missed my own family. very much.