We're goin' to Georgia

Yesterday the official letter from Syracuse arrived, as did the official letter from the Fulbright people. Both were adressed to Chris, but he asked me to open the one, so I opened them both. I fried fish for fish/rice/arugula burritos, and as all of the parts of the burrito assembly line were ready, I burried both letters under ceramic dishes and corn tortillas.

I had two helpful coversations, one with Mom, who assured me that either decision was going to be a good one, and one with Mary, who asked me, all other considerations aside, what did I want to do?

Chris came home, we ate, talked, drank wine, smoked cigarettes, wept, weighed the benefits of both experiences for both of us. Tried on "We're goin' to Georgia" for size and it fit a lot better than when we substituted "Syracuse."

And so.

We go! More ltr.