Perhaps it is my sinuses unwilling adaption to a new place, or the bevy of germs I picked up at the library computer lab. Maybe this is, at long last, my body telling me to quit burning the candle at both ends and start taking care of myself.

I was quickly woken this morning (if, in fact, I was ever sleeping to begin with) by a nosebleed. I managed to roll over just in time to save a drop of blood from landing on the 600-count pillowcases my mother discouraged me from bringing to school (leaving me to question if I am worth a 600-thread count). 

It is move-in day here, and all is frantic. Freshman frolicking around whilst their parents, begrudgingly, carry their belongings up 2-10 flights of stairs. I can remember being in that position, wanting nothing more than to sit in my room and rearrange the furniture, completely devoid of the presence of mayhem persisting outside my 8×12 dorm paradise.

Here I am now, in more of what my mother likes to refer to as a “glorified dorm.” I’m having a hard time escaping this place, though there is really nothing keeping me here. My clothes are hung, my belongings, in order. There’s nothing left for a lady to do but sit.

I’ve got a fresh haircut and a couple of missions to hold me over for the day. First on the agenda: track down some medicine for this malevolent cold.

So-long,

jc