I love to look at the stars and go stargazing. Now I know stargazing is code for various activities, but I seriously just like looking up at the stars. Growing up I always wanted to be an astronaut, I still have that boyhood fantasy, though it will never be realized since the retirement of the space shuttle this last week. I swear, I know every constellation in the northern hemisphere, I know all of the stories and myths behind them, I can even pick out all of the various visible planets.
I can't help but marvel at the vastness of space and wonder what else is out there. It really puts
any of the "drama" in your life into perspective when you think about how insignificant you are from a galactic point of view:
I've been stressing a lot this week about Hannah coming back home on Friday. My vacation with Bangs was great, but I think while it made the days we were gone go quickly, the days since we've been back have seemed an eternity. So much restlessness and it seems like such a big deal, but in the grand scheme of things... it's really not. The Sun will still come up tomorrow morning, there will still be oxygen to breath.
On a lighter(and, I think, more humorous) note:
So tonight while BangsMcCoy and I were sitting around waiting to see if her home teachers would show up, Bangs asked if I thought she should try out a dating site. I told her she should definitely fill out a free eHarmony profile, mostly because in the experience I had with it it was interesting to see the kind of people it aligns you with. Well, after about the 20 minutes of personality profile questions she submits her answers so she can see a few of her matches. Her first batch brings up a set of six guys within 60 miles that she's "compatible" with, when who's profile is fourth from the top? Yup, it's mine! I laughed and laughed. And tried to make the rest of the night super awkward. I'm still kind of laughing about it right now.