What Keeps Me Awake These Nights September 26, 2006
I am home now, as most of you know.
Responsibly employed, I nurse a serious, shamefully priced Dunn Brother’s habit and ride my bike around the lake every morning, past a blur of jogging soccer moms and CEOs. I get lost when I drive, spend hours talking to my family and friends about everything and nothing of importance simply because I’m able, and press my face into my tiny nieces’ unbelievably long hair when I hug them. I cook experimental meals and watch baseball and vapid reality television shows again, hold in my stomach and am regularly reminded that the relaxed, fashion-backwards style I’ve come to favor is not so flattering back here. I find something to purchase at Target twice a week, wash my hair everyday and have fully, finally unloaded by backpack.