if we all went back to another time

[giggledust]

this semester was mediocrity glossed with exasperation and i was far past ready to put it to rest. this afternoon i cluttered all my chattel into laundry baskets and left royal, saying "goodbye staircase, goodbye porch swing" while andrew followed and recited "goodnight house, goodnight mouse." now my trunk is slouching from too many books, the typewriter is still buckled into the backseat and my only two dresses are unpacked and lost in all of lauren's collared shirts in the closet of my old new room at home.

work starts tomorrow and my stomach is a butterfly motel. otherwise, things are up and down and neutral and all right.