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Feb. 17th, 2007 12:43 pmAs usual, I don't have any coherent thoughts, I just wanted to write.
At the recruitment party last night, I wore a tank top under a zip-up sweatshirt, because I've run out of warm things to wear and have learned that two or three California shirts equal one Connecticut shirt. After a couple of beers, I got too warm for the sweatshirt, so I took it off and realized that, for the first time since last summer, I was wearing just a tank top. It felt wonderful. I felt like I was back in California. I felt so light. Warm clothing is so heavy and restrictive! I dunno why it was such a huge deal, but I guess it also sort of reinforced that feeling in me of still being a Californian; underneath all these warm Connecticut clothes, I am still the weird neurotic tank top-wearing California girl I enjoyed being. I definitely feel like a different person here most of the time, and since I was really happy with the person I was becoming in California, sometimes that's a sad thing. Every once in a while, when I discover that the California part of me is still there, it makes me very happy.
Anyway. I really need to get to the laundromat. I'm washing EVERYTHING today, blankets and sheets and the blanket that thinks it's a rug, and when I get home I'm going to vaccuum and wash dishes and sweep the kitchen and bathroom and my apartment will be CLEAN all over for the first time since I moved in. I'm looking forward to it.
At the recruitment party last night, I wore a tank top under a zip-up sweatshirt, because I've run out of warm things to wear and have learned that two or three California shirts equal one Connecticut shirt. After a couple of beers, I got too warm for the sweatshirt, so I took it off and realized that, for the first time since last summer, I was wearing just a tank top. It felt wonderful. I felt like I was back in California. I felt so light. Warm clothing is so heavy and restrictive! I dunno why it was such a huge deal, but I guess it also sort of reinforced that feeling in me of still being a Californian; underneath all these warm Connecticut clothes, I am still the weird neurotic tank top-wearing California girl I enjoyed being. I definitely feel like a different person here most of the time, and since I was really happy with the person I was becoming in California, sometimes that's a sad thing. Every once in a while, when I discover that the California part of me is still there, it makes me very happy.
Anyway. I really need to get to the laundromat. I'm washing EVERYTHING today, blankets and sheets and the blanket that thinks it's a rug, and when I get home I'm going to vaccuum and wash dishes and sweep the kitchen and bathroom and my apartment will be CLEAN all over for the first time since I moved in. I'm looking forward to it.