Living in a bubble the way we do can be great, sure. Having no real knowledge of world news and forgetting that life even exists on the other side of El Colegio. But once in a while someone will remind me that I can’t live in this fairy tale forever, that I may even have to move somewhere cold, land-locked, or god forbid, full of unattractive people. I might have to get a land-line, buy produce, learn the names of the Obama administration. A place without bike paths? Without midnight bagels and avocado on everything? I’ll take ignorance and isolation, please.

Tomorrow’s Forecast: A fifth year never sounded so good.