Notes from Chad...

12th of April 2000

I have no good caption for this...it's a house!

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Well, the school year is almost finished.  In fact, there's just three weeks left before I travel back to California once again.

It seems like my life continues to be one of the craziest out there.  As stated on my web page's front page, I split my year into many fragments.  One part features me living in Florida where I go to school.  Another part of my year is spent living with my family and working in California.  As you might imagine, this leads to an almost nomatic feeling since I never really stay on one coast for more than like 3 1/2 months (usually less) before I'm traveling and adjusting again. 

The reason this is worth writing about is this:  Who really lives like this?  No one!  No one actually goes here and there and feels like they're on the road all year long.  It's eerie.  It's almost as if I really don't know where to call home.  Sure, I spend more calendar time in Florida, but  since I travel round trip to and from California four times a year,  is it really fair to call this home?  California is where I grew up and that 's where the family is.  But, why should I call somewhere home when I barely spend 100 nights in my "own" bed?

All of this is quite the adjustment.  I came to Florida because it was the best overall package for me.  At the end of my forth year, I can say that it really has worked out very well.  I've experienced a NCAA Basketball National Championship run, a NCAA Football championship, spring break Florida style, heat, great social life, and a top callibur education. Yet, through all this, I wonder: How can I be truly happy if I don't even know where home is?  Then again, truth be told, perhaps both are home.

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