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i'm lying on the mattress-padded futon. the sheet is balled up next to my bed on a pile of clean clothes. on the other side of the bed is a stack of books i hadn't finish reading that i listed on amazon marketplace. i also have a cracked lamp, shards on the carpet. my peace lily sits dead on a square wooden stool. i hear flight of the concords in the living room.
i go home in a week.
i don't have much to show for since june 5th (the day i got here). i have a job, i took a class, i practice twice a week. i accumulated stuff when i told myself not to because getting rid of things before moving is a pain in the ass. i shipped stuff here, and much of it isn't relevant--music i hardly listen to, books about writing when i don't write, and clothes i don't wear.
i go home in a week.
i don't have much to show for since june 5th (the day i got here). i have a job, i took a class, i practice twice a week. i accumulated stuff when i told myself not to because getting rid of things before moving is a pain in the ass. i shipped stuff here, and much of it isn't relevant--music i hardly listen to, books about writing when i don't write, and clothes i don't wear.