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.
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A song for this:
Dreams Via Memories by Ceramic Animal
The Hardest Part by Olivia Dean
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