misplaced
I realised to my horror this morning that my Accommodation Agreement, in which I sign that I won't bring drugs/weapons/cats/kettles into my room, was meant to have been sent to the Bursar by Tuesday. I rang her in panic, and she told me breezily to "just put it on my desk in the morning."
Fuck!! I'm going. No amount of anticipation has prepared me for this.
I keep going over and over my packing, the boxes and cases piled in the hallway, ticking things off mental lists and wandering distractedly through rooms looking for something I might have missed. My father assures me there's absolutely no way we'll fit it all in the car even with the roof-racks; I'll have to leave behind three boxes of books and my cushions and they'll bring them up in a week or so. How will I live without my books? Even if I don't read anything, the room will be lonely without them.
I just went outside to call the dog in and the night air smelt of winter; woodsmoke and black ice. Everything's happening so quickly I can't keep up with it. I'm just standing, bewildered, while it all rushes past in a blur. I keep expecting some epiphany, a sudden comprehension, but there won't be - I'll just get on with it and before long I'll forget I ever felt as lost as I do right now.
Fuck!! I'm going. No amount of anticipation has prepared me for this.
I keep going over and over my packing, the boxes and cases piled in the hallway, ticking things off mental lists and wandering distractedly through rooms looking for something I might have missed. My father assures me there's absolutely no way we'll fit it all in the car even with the roof-racks; I'll have to leave behind three boxes of books and my cushions and they'll bring them up in a week or so. How will I live without my books? Even if I don't read anything, the room will be lonely without them.
I just went outside to call the dog in and the night air smelt of winter; woodsmoke and black ice. Everything's happening so quickly I can't keep up with it. I'm just standing, bewildered, while it all rushes past in a blur. I keep expecting some epiphany, a sudden comprehension, but there won't be - I'll just get on with it and before long I'll forget I ever felt as lost as I do right now.