Today would have been Mom and Dad's 29th anniversary. Dad's in a funk--he didn't even look at me when I went out to say hi in the garage. He always gets like that around "dates" and I don't really get it because I don't get that way. On the anniversary of her death and the days leading up to it I generally just become reflective and maybe a little bit reclusive, but I don't ever totally shut down. Maybe it's different when it's your spouse. Poor Dad. He's had a rough go of it the past couple of years.
I'm trying to decipher why I'm feeling nervous right now, but I've been having trouble pinpointing it. I've been wondering if it's because the time is getting nearer, but I really don't think that's it. I'm more excited than anything. Prior to today, I think I was nervous because I'm not 100% sure what the work I'll be doing at Cambridge will be like. However, this morning I talked to John, my supervisor, on the phone and essentially we just chatted again about things I already knew, but it was good to actually hear them from a human, rather from an email. I feel good about it now. About going to England, I was also wondering if my nervousness was because of the flight--but up until I was wondering that, I had never before considered that I was nervous about it. Again, I get more excited than nervous about such things. I've also considered that it might be because I have this paper due tomorrow, but that can't possibly be it because it...
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