Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Creature of Habit

For some reason or another, every time I come home (for break) I often get sick. Well, I usually am in the process of getting sick in the exhaustive push leading up to break and then whamo, it hits hard. Now I have a miserable sore throat and unpacking and making trips to Good Will are sheepishly haunting my to-do list. My father and I are on a reduce kick lately. The theme of overwhelming, over-burdened, over-consuming, "stuff" addicts seems to be everywhere these days. I am dumping everything that has been left in my room and untouched since before college. Dumping my old desk. Donating every outfit that hasn't been worn since the nineties. It's a good feeling, I just wish I was up to this project. I think I've mentioned this before, but my sister and I swapped bedrooms when I left for college. Anyway, since I've been spending non-college seasons in New York, I never properly moved into my new crib - this is where the cleaning out / settling in comes in. Blah, but I am sick and have nothing to say.

Much less going on here compared to other places I've called home in the past four years. This is where the adjusting comes in.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:53 AM