My new room feels strangely correct, as though I’ve been living here forever. Every piece of furniture found its place, and I no longer have a bookshelf facing my bed and cutting into my dreams. I was able to put my disk chair by the window, which was something I wanted to do in the old apartment but couldn’t find the space for. My closet is my own piece of art this time, and it came out really neat. I have a candle burning on my table, and Boogie is lying at my doorway. I’m kind of delighted that my cat’s taken such a liking to my windowsill.
I’m abstractly excited about going to Europe. I’ve never been out of the country on my own before, and I don’t really know what to expect. Six days from today I’ll be on an airplane, flying to Greece, camera in tow. I’ll get to capture foreign beauty that I’ve only seen in movies, and I’ll get to live in another country for a month. I’m trying not to expect too much out of this trip spiritually, but I can’t help thinking that I’m going to get some long-awaited insight.
