The Nicest Things

I went back to work today after I came home last night from an exhausting interview. I was tired, unfocused, and sleep deprived. You cannot imagine how much I smoked these past few days when I was interviewing; I was like a train on fire.

But as soon as I stepped into my office, I had a constant steady stream of students meeting with me about their projects, their presentations, and just to check up on me to see how I was doing. And all of a sudden, I felt fine. The nicest thing about coming home is to see my partner again, and to see the happy faces on my students.