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Living or camping?

I slept in late, because I was up so late with the slumber party, and then wound up reading more even after I could have fallen asleep. Since today was not a day for me to get much done outside the apartment, I decided I might as well get a few things in order.

I bought a shelf a few weeks ago, and finally assembled it today. I hung pictures. I picked things up off the floor. I taped bumper stickers to the inside of the door. I did laundry. I hung lights above my bed canopy. I installed a better reading light for bed. I pulled all my good clothes out of the plastic under-bed boxes that don't actually fit under the bed and hung them up in the closet. I wrote a little gen piece about Snape, the usual Slytherin suspects, and the Badgers song.

Spending a few days away from here, and then spending so much time at work and hanging around with friends makes me realize that there's still a part of me that doesn't really think I'm living here yet. I'm treating this place sort of like a dorm room, not a place that's actually my home.

I sit at the computer. I sleep on my bed. My things are in the bathroom, and the shower works. Things are shoved haphazardly into the kitchen storage areas. I still live online more than I inhabit this apartment.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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