Napoleon's Feet - a graduate student's step(s) between the sublime and the ridiculous

five

Aug 5th, 2007 8:10:50 pm - Subscribe

i have moved into my third apartment away from home, my third year living on my own. the only difference this time is that i truly am on my own. the apartment is all mine. in a few days, my things will have arrived (albeit late) and will be in their right places. my mess will be my mess, and every single item will be recognizable to me. if i like it here, i think this could be home.

today my parents left me here. i feel exactly the same way i felt two years ago when my parents left toronto after helping me move. kind of disoriented. not having my posessions makes me feel a bit more numb, though - as if this cant really be happening. i made a salad and went out side for a walk. it was really hot, and i only had a few american dollars in my pocket, as the bank is closed today and i have not yet been issued an atm card. picked up a bus schedule, looked at a catalogue of baskets in a bike store, browsed the local antiques mall. i had a cold popsicle back at my apartment.

my goodness,

im in indiana.