My sore....

...everything. I had to use that pun at some point, right? And what better time to use it than when I'm actually quite sore. Today made 10 days of practice and I'm feeling little patches of soreness throughout my body. They are helping me revist injuries past: "Hello, hamstring I painfully overstretched during the winter of '05!" "How are you tiny muscle in my shoulder I pulled last summer?" And then there are new aches, telling me I'm entering previously uncharted territory. My hips have probably not been this open since 1992. I'm passively stretching my hips for what probably amounts to hours a day, mostly while I'm reading.
I was feeling a bit antisocial and homesick the past few days. I think the same thing happened to me here as at the Ashram after a bit--I got a little bit of sensory overload and I wanted to not talk about yoga for a little bit. I'm back to feeling social again, which is good.
It's been really hot here the past 2 days. I spend the majority of the day hiding from the sun. Then I go to bed at 8:30.
I'm having some trouble making decisions about law school...I sent the U an email telling them I would appreciate a response on my application ASAP, since I have to tell Vanderbilt whether or not I'm attending their institution by Friday. The good news is, neither choice is a bad one.
After researching their respective web sites, I think Vanderbilt has a better international law program than the U of M. But the U is in Minneapolis, along with my family and friends...but my brother and his (soon-to-be) wife are in Nashville. He has also offered to give me Ed,the most loveable cat of all time, if I move there. You may remember Ed from a post long ago...here he is again:


I met a British guy who studied law in London and now works in Brussels for the EU doing international environmental protection stuff. Talking to him got me excited about school. For some reason just thinking about being involved in international treaty negotiations makes my heart go all aflutter.
I also met 2 guys from Turkmenistan. I didn't know there were actual people in Turkmenistan. I've also met 5 people so far on my trip from Estonia. Who comes from Estonia? Blondes.