September 2016

June 22nd, 2017

Today I started a new class which I hadn’t done since last fall. Going back to the same building, to the same basement, reminded me of the month I studied last year. I remember how much I enjoyed the class but also how much I enjoyed coming home. Despite everything I loved that apartment. The soft smell of dust and faded paint. The creaky floorboards and standing radiators–somehow so much warmer and more pleasant than others. The night air was just cool enough so that it felt good to come in. The floors were uneven and imperfect and felt comforting beneath my feet. Even as it shook with the traffic outside, the building was worn-in and welcoming. I felt it would hold me protectively throughout the winter ahead.

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