My butt is sore
Twice today I sat still for nearly three hours--once to watch la dolce vita, once for film theory class. now i just want to lie down. On a more active note, i got schooled in raquetball. It was a good match, and i was the better player in a lot of ways, but i can't consistently return serves to my backhand corner. and that's a pretty key weakness.
freshman year, oakland was home.
sophomore year, oberlin became home.
last semester, because europe was so foreign, oakland became home again--a comfort thing, maybe.
now i don't feel that anywhere's home.
there was a point near the end of my travels in europe where I slept in 12 different lodgings (including flats, hostels, hotels, houses, and even a bar) in a span of about 3 weeks. a lot of it was fun, but by the end of those three weeks, damn was i ready to be home. my do-nothing winter term was, i think, a response to that--a rest that i needed--but i've yet to snap out of my sunny-california-january-induced hibernation. having no class until 11 every day is very nice, but it's not helping.
freshman year, oakland was home.
sophomore year, oberlin became home.
last semester, because europe was so foreign, oakland became home again--a comfort thing, maybe.
now i don't feel that anywhere's home.
there was a point near the end of my travels in europe where I slept in 12 different lodgings (including flats, hostels, hotels, houses, and even a bar) in a span of about 3 weeks. a lot of it was fun, but by the end of those three weeks, damn was i ready to be home. my do-nothing winter term was, i think, a response to that--a rest that i needed--but i've yet to snap out of my sunny-california-january-induced hibernation. having no class until 11 every day is very nice, but it's not helping.