Back in Seattle, and tomorrow is the last day of March.
April is going to be a huzzah! type of month, I already know it.
This is my last spring at SPU, which is a bittersweet thing. It is my favorite season here, because of barefoot walking and homeworking outside. Because of the immense sweep of flowers left and right. Because of flying yellow and red kites at Gasworks and naps on the sand by the lighthouse.
Life moves on!
Besides the frolicking about, I have a busy time ahead. It will be the time that enlists me among the ranks of all the other Greats in the field of Psychology, I'm sure. Move over, Anna Freud.