Made it back to my apartment in one piece.
Apartment hunting in a city I've never been to has been an informative, but profoundly lousy experience. I'm like a fish out of water; getting around is so hard when you're used to living out in the sticks. I parked at a pay parking lot, but I kinda just kept my receipt in my pocket, even though a sign (which was far from the machine and I did not see) said to put it on the dashboard. I missed one of the viewings because it wasn't even possible for me to get there in time, given how far I had wandered from my car jumping between apartment complexes. I even tried to turn the wrong way onto a one-way street at one point.
I've decided that this city really isn't beautiful at all, and to be honest it doesn't even feel particularly interesting. The sidewalks aren't well cared-for, everyone who's able to avoids the buses like the plague, and frankly the buildings are kind of run-down. I think there's a lot of poverty there. Not desperately poverty, but enough for it to be palpable, at least throughout much of it. No vegan restaurants either, if you can believe it.
Took the long drive back to my college apartment, and I don't feel nostalgic for this place. The thought of leaving doesn't make me choke up or anything. But as I drove in, I did feel this very comforting sense of familiarity. And when I went to go get some shit for my night's stay back here at the store, I could sense so strongly that these were the same footsteps I've taken dozens of times before. I've had virtually no friends to speak of in this area. Nothing ties me here except the fact that I've been in this physical space for a long time. I think what I have to do is just be in that new city for long enough for the familiarity to become comfortable... and then I will have a hope of building something new.
I am just a mote of dust blowing in the breeze over this endless desert, connected to this world only by people who I don't understand and probably never will... and by you all, of course. Thank you for always being here for me.
I've decided that this city really isn't beautiful at all, and to be honest it doesn't even feel particularly interesting. The sidewalks aren't well cared-for, everyone who's able to avoids the buses like the plague, and frankly the buildings are kind of run-down. I think there's a lot of poverty there. Not desperately poverty, but enough for it to be palpable, at least throughout much of it. No vegan restaurants either, if you can believe it.
Took the long drive back to my college apartment, and I don't feel nostalgic for this place. The thought of leaving doesn't make me choke up or anything. But as I drove in, I did feel this very comforting sense of familiarity. And when I went to go get some shit for my night's stay back here at the store, I could sense so strongly that these were the same footsteps I've taken dozens of times before. I've had virtually no friends to speak of in this area. Nothing ties me here except the fact that I've been in this physical space for a long time. I think what I have to do is just be in that new city for long enough for the familiarity to become comfortable... and then I will have a hope of building something new.
I am just a mote of dust blowing in the breeze over this endless desert, connected to this world only by people who I don't understand and probably never will... and by you all, of course. Thank you for always being here for me.
