So, My family celebrated the 4th on the 2nd because of travel stuff and schedules. But I guess that works because the 2nd was the day that America actually declared independence, the wording of the Declaration of Independence (by Jefferson) wasn’t approved until the 4th, and signed August 4th. So it all works out. This patriotism thing is kind of seasonal this time of year anyway.
This 4th was particularly meaningful to me because all of my siblings came into town. It’s the first time we’ve been together for about 3 years. My parents are still in Ukraine, but it was still good to be together. There was a point where the six of us in the family were spread across five different time zones (California, Utah, England, Germany and Ukraine). It’s good to be together.
In other news, I haven’t been up to much because I’m preparing for the GRE on Friday. Gotta take it to apply for doctoral programs next year. Yay. Wish me luck.