Post-Dinner Walks

 Let me tour you around the campus. Maybe it's no longer strange if I tell you that my life here is so far the most solitary life I've ever had. I call it my "One Hundred Years of Solitude". There are days where I don't literally talk to anyone, except people at the cafeteria when I order my food; the cashier at Walgreens to say thank you, have a nice day, after my purchase. But most of the time, it's all quiet. I also have to wrestle with the incessant chatters in my head. To make the most of my self-talking, I try to learn French and Mandarin, talking to the squirrels, "Ni jiao shenme mingzi?" "Wo jiao Enrisa Marie. Wo shi xuesheng!". That. Is. Life. Here.
Solitude is far from loneliness. I do feel lonely sometimes, homesick, and all that, so I believe that going back to blogging and reaching out into the world is a probable cure. Let me take you out for a walk.

This is my favorite path, this tree-lined avenue. I love looking up at the foliage and flowers. Isn't it lovely, the shadows of the trees in the evening sun? 

 There's a football game, over there at the stadium.

 Rounding the bend from the parking lot.

I love brick buildings.

Tres romantique: setting sun, lawn, brick structures.

 I love this bridge too. Like the Bridges of Madison County.

 View from the slope of the hill.

One of my favorite spots- this area overlooking the old town of Petersburg. I didn't visit this site during the winter, but I'm glad it's spring now. There's an acorn tree here on the right side, and on some mornings after breakfast, I'd sit down under the shade. I also find that brick tower surreal, like Rapunzel living somewhere. What a long hair she might have had.

Good evening! 

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