10:41 p.m.
Back in new orleans. Almost as soon as i landed and was ensconced in the new place, we signed a new lease and woah woah moving again, what?

now we are moved in. I signed a one-year lease, although i already know i will be here less than 9 months out of the next 12. i unpacked only a few things and can't face the prospect of assigning permanent places to my things in my bedroom.

I chose to make my bedroom in the utility room. I don't know why... privacy? masochism? both? It's the only room in the house with a door that closes, where I know no one will walk through. It's also barely larger than my bed. Maybe I thought I would be happier forced to spend time in the communal spaces; I have spent so much time alone these last few months in Africa. Maybe I just can't really picture myself anywhere right now, so a bedroom / utility room / whatever makes no difference to me.

i feel a bit dazed.

2009-09-17

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