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Home Sweet Home

Sunday, September 23, 2007

There are only two stories. The one about home and the one about leaving home.

.Salman Rushdie.
Sometimes, I question whether they aren't actually one and the same.

It's Turning

Saturday, September 08, 2007

I spent the morning and early afternoon curled in a leather armchair in the back corner of Diesel, reading the novel of the moment and sipping my habitual iced coffee with cream. It is the first weekend that the crowd has included undergrads, and the air reverberated with their early gripes about Virgil and Intro to Electrical Engineering and their hushed gossip. When I rode my bike back home in the mid-afternoon heat, a warm breeze ruffled my skirt and tickled my thighs, yet something felt distinctly different this afternoon from others. It is the feeling of summer's end.