Falling into place

A the rain...the steady downfall of rain from an overcast sky. With the chill that accompanies it. If it weren't for all the greenery I might mistake the weather for fall. Oh wait. It is fall. But the day allowed me to don my leather boots for the first time since arriving here.

Rain such as this does two things to me...its makes me melancholy and lethargic. I want nothing more than to curl up in bed, preferably with someone's arms wrapped around me. And it makes me a little stir crazy...eager to leave the comfort and get soaking wet. So a little of both today. I stayed in bed later than usual (no daylight savings here...) and then roused myself to go out the coffeeshop. Surprise of surprises! Waffles! Oh I was in heaven. While slowly sorting out the awkwardness of last night's text messages through a phone call. And reading the paper.

Besides Dog's recent publicity, the other news I stumbled across was an article about Radford High School...populated primarily by military transients. These words struck me. How true they seem, though I know several civilian students who are doing quite well:

"According to a study conducted by sociologist Rudi Williams, military dependents tend to score higher on tests, are less likely to become delinquents, have a higher median IQ and are much more likely to achieve a college degree than their civilian counterparts.

The downside? Constant reintroduction to new social groups and communities forces the military dependent to assimilate quickly. Achieving a comfort zone of community life is impossible."

--Burl Burlingame, Star Bulletin Nov. 4, 2007

No wonder I always feel aloof, but seem to ease into a new place effortlessly. And get the urge to pick up and move every three years or so...