college again
There's a surreal shimmer, like the haze at the end of a tar road on a hot day, about being back at college, but not at college as I knew it. No move in hassle means no transition- just hop in the car and 20 minutes later land in the world of classes, swarms of young adults, and a Campus.
I went to a class. I went to a book discussion. I went to the bookstore, the library, the bathroom. But really, this is college again? Nah. It's not Trinity so it can't be. Donaldson? Not a dining hall- I'll eat outside on a bench if I can't find Mather. Nothing permanent about this. Just sort of a day out.
My body still thinks I'm returning to Hartford. The sun sears and the pangs are denied. Maybe when the electricity returns at home and routine is restores, some sense of normalcy will ride with it.
And I miss my puppy, damnit.
I went to a class. I went to a book discussion. I went to the bookstore, the library, the bathroom. But really, this is college again? Nah. It's not Trinity so it can't be. Donaldson? Not a dining hall- I'll eat outside on a bench if I can't find Mather. Nothing permanent about this. Just sort of a day out.
My body still thinks I'm returning to Hartford. The sun sears and the pangs are denied. Maybe when the electricity returns at home and routine is restores, some sense of normalcy will ride with it.
And I miss my puppy, damnit.