Hiya folks!

Sorry about there being no mikeschramm.com yesterday, but I was trekking from Chicago to my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri, and it took so long to pack, etc. for it that I didn’t have time to write anything.

Now that I’m here, two things may happen. Either I’ll get really creative being around my old hometown, and come up with all kinds of stuff, or I’ll get really involved in doing all the important things I have to do here (trust me– they are important. One of them is to see Revenge of the Sith, so you know what I’m talking about, Willis), and I won’t have time to post much. Either way, I’ll be back in Chicago on Friday, and so normal posting will resume then.

However, I did think of one really interesting thing while traveling down here in the car for 5 hours. I discovered that I really like leaving places I’ve lived for a while. Maybe it’s just the old adage of “absence” and a “fonder growing heart” (which, incidentally, sounds like a medical condition that a board certified internist should examine), but I find that when you leave someplace you’ve been for a while, you suddenly get a very clear sense of how it has affected you. While driving down, I remembered a friend in Chicago that I hadn’t seen for a while, and it hit me very suddenly that there was now both space and time growing between us. I was surprised by how much knowing him and everyone I’ve known in Chicago had affected who I was since the last time I’d been home a few months ago.

Everyone says you should try new things, and you should from time to time. But it occurs to me that sometimes you don’t really need to try new things– sometimes it’s interesting enough to walk away from the normal things for a bit.