move-in

Although we’re just moving in, It feels like we’re lived in these rooms forever. I can’t look around without the past coming out to play. These ivy halls are sticky with memories now. The movers left a while ago and I took a moment to loiter, on our red corduroy couch, and watch my roommates settling in. There’s an irony, for me, in the subconscious ways I adapt to the people who surround me. Whether it’s the way I dress, talk, laugh, act, or the things I become interested in. There’s no ossifying here. We’ll pick up our books tomorrow and do some last minute shopping. I’ll walk out paths to classes. I know the campus but I’m a relentless planner. Classes start Wednesday, that’s when circumstances will take over - the schedules and studies - we’ll mold our lives into the larger ecosystem. . . A song for this: Dreams Via Memories by Ceramic Animal The Hardest Part by Olivia Dean