Wow, what a surreal 7 days! I hope everyone is adjusting ok and staying safe. I feel like I haven’t been in a good school headspace all week, having suddenly had to move out of my apartment and go home. Driving out of Boston to return to Long Island was particularly sad this time because no one knows how long this is going to last. Sadness and fear aside, I’m trying to stay positive + full of gratitude.
I’m hoping to use my extra free time to catch up on reading. I have a few chapters left of Little Fires Everywhere, which my mom is pressuring me to finish so we can watch the show together. After I finish that, though, I have no idea what I’m going to read. Being in my childhood home is a little overwhelming because of the sheer multitude of books laying around. There’s books of all genres and from every decade. I have no idea where to start (a pretty good problem to have). I really want to read some Zadie Smith because I've never read her before, and I think my mom has Grand Union on the pile next to her bed. I'm also intrigued by my dad's collection of Arthur Conan Doyle mysteries. I’ll probably just end up rereading Harry Potter. Or watching garbage reality TV, which is what I’ve been spending most of my time doing. I’ve also been walking my dog, like, four times a day. Walking the dog is the only excuse any of my family members have to get out of the house. I feel so bad for him. He’s probably so tired.
Yesterday I was in my backyard forcing my dog to play frisbee with me, and I had a live, human interaction with someone not in my nuclear family. My neighbor Gary showed up at the fence and we had a very Wilson-from-Home-Improvement kind of chat. I’ve never been more thrilled to talk to a 60-year-old man. Anyway, life’s crazy! (I am going crazy)
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