Summer ended with a bang that flung us like shrapnel, hurtling every which way, back to our primary lives.
I don't remember planning retro-themed decor. I was just drawn to old photos and paintings, one after another, and only recognized the pattern as I hung them up.
By "us" I don't mean to imply some group woven from the many threads of individual friendships. I mean a group whose non-me members generally don't know or care about each other. From my perspective, all threads point to me. Not healthy, I know.
I don't have a clue whether I want to study abroad or not. They all say it's fun, though, and they're pretty convincing. I dug out the ol' CS degree worksheet last night and it looks like I could still graduate on time even if I squandered a semester in Europe or Japan, which is annoying because it means the decision ain't gonna get made for me, at least not until an application deadline.
Having an apartment is liberating. It's great to know that I can, on sheer impulse, make a large pot of oatmeal in the middle of the night, and eat it all. I know that I can do that because I did it a few hours ago. Even washing all the dishes by hand is satisfying, because they're our dishes.
posted on Wednesday, September 05, 2007
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