ghost

Jun 07, 2006 15:44

Nothing ever used to change in this house.

Since my arrival I've stubbed my foot three times entering the bathroom. It was remodeled while I was away. The transitional piece between the tile floor of the bathroom and the carpet of the hallway used to be a flat (flush?) piece of metal. It is now a piece of marble tile that comes up about half of an inch higher than the carpeting. My big toe mourns.

It took me an hour to find my iPod. I put it in a drawer 5 months ago and had no recollection of that. I still have not found any of my earrings. My ears mourn.

I don't know where anything is. I feel like I have amnesia and am rediscovering everything. I can't find anything. And the things I do find don't strike me as being mine. I keep finding pieces of paper in my room.. Things I don't remember writing.

I need a tour guide for my own house. I have not yet left because I haven't been able to reacquaint myself with it and am terrified of re-experiencing something even bigger, like the City. However, fear has always been a motivator for me. I am going to buy a metrocard and get on the subway. It's difficult to even fathom a metrocard. Everything that used to be so familiar feels so foreign.

Nothing ever used to change.

This is what it feels like to be home.
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