Picture from a while ago, from a walk with a friend. Nowadays I’m going all Dixie Chicks, and looking gratefully for wide open spaces. So lucky to be amongst these hills.
Also: halfway done with college. If not time wise, as timelines tilt and warp in the future, but in classwork. It isn’t what I thought it would be, but if my semi-adult-semi-child life has taught me anything, it’s to expect the unexpected.
Nothing I say right now feels particularly new. I’ve been writing a lot, about empire and bodily constraints and inequalities in education, so maybe my words are all going there. Maybe they’re going towards little discussions with friends and family, not groundbreaking prose but the little words that fill up the space and build connection. I’ve never been good at making my academic writing sound academic. But right now, I’ll take straightforward, and carry it into everything else too.
It’s snowing now, a funny beginning to summer. It’s definitely appropriate, because this will not be a typical summer. It’s easy to fall into last years, to remember what it felt like to be finishing freshman year, to be moving to New York. Now I’m moving much slower, smoother?, sliding into this next chapter.
