I woke up this morning with a smile on my face because it’s the first day of March. I could not be more thrilled that it is finally March. January and February seemed to clump together as one large chill and I’m ready to be thawed out, so to speak. March means a lot of things. March means the end of a dreadfully dull Winter academic quarter (good riddance, color theory). March means Spring Break at Hague Point and Asheville, NC is only 15 days away. March means the start of a more challenging and therefore more fruitful Spring quarter. March means only 36 more days until I come home to be in Tamara’s wedding. March means lots of bike rides, spring dresses and sunny days in the park. I can’t wait.