There once was a man named Heath. The beginning of my college career saw me living with this man. And the word “man” is really an understatement. Heath is a big guy. A teddy bear, if you will. At the age of eighteen, he could pass for at least thirty-five. Trust me on that fact. We were able to get beer a few times that way. And in my sophomore year, we shared a dorm room together. Sadly, Heath didn’t last that first semester, nor was he ever around all that much. Perhaps there’s a correlation there, but who cares? That’s Heath for you.
He tried school again, but nothing seemed to completely click. What everyone does when such things happen to them, he went to New Zealand. A work visa and a year or two later, an email surfaces and says he is off to China. Fast forward closer to today, he’s back stateside. With a wife. Wedding party is in October. Confused? Yeah, me too, but it will be great to see Heath again.
With all the long hours I have been putting into this career that I have found myself in, I have a series of rewards coming to myself. Your average things that make John happy. It is so going to rule.