Back

night

Brother Sam and I drove back to CH//Carrboro  yesterday. I got back and immediately tore apart my room, and made a bigger mess of everything than before. Hours later, a new room emerged and I collapsed in bed.

I fell asleep early and woke up feeling like a lot of things were possible this morning. Today has already been filled entirely with being BACK. Back to the mess, the fun, the long walks in the rain, the printing, the physical therapy and doctors appointments, the long chats with advisers, and the trying to get organized.

I took this photo of the taco truck beside my house last semester. I like this place and like taking photos with my film camera(s).

It feels good to be back. Even in the rain, the mud, and the quiet.

I have no idea what this season will bring. I feel that half of me has never been more ready and the other half is protesting . . .  everything.

“Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering – because you can’t take it in all at once.” – Audrey Hepburn

Happy Monday. Stay warm everyone!

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