time running out
I’m running out of time and there are people playing a game of softball or some other british equilivent outside my window. I need to come up with a way to take my things back home with me, and I’m afraid that I’m going to have to shell out TONS of money just to ship things back home. The other option is to give away more than half of my clothes and then just take things back in a suitcase. I need to be able to pack my skateboard, and my everything else I’ve got. That will be difficult considering that I’ve really ramped up the number of books I brought with me. I’m worried that I may end up with three different bags to check. I dont’ really know what to do about it.
Norwich is beautiful right now and there’s not really much for me to do here anymore except pack. My bike is broken and I’m certianally taking my time with going into town to take photos for my dad to see when I get back. he’s really big on seeing things, but I could care less. I’d much rather experience the moment a picture is taken than to try and force my memory and therefore my experience into a picture. I can appreicate where he’s coming from, but I prefer not to try to capture everything, but rather quantify my experience with a tangible connection to the place.
Well norwich, it’s been grand. I’ll miss you and the people you house that I’ve come to care for. I’m nervous about going back to see all the people in NM. Sort of how I felt about coming back from France the first time I went (remember adrien?) although this time it’s a valid claim. What if everyone has moved on and has no use for me? I know that there are certian people that will have use for me and those are the people who’s relationship hasn’t really changed since I’ve been gone. Like Thales and Adrien and Eliza. Those are people I don’t get to see and just occasionally talk to which thanks to the internet, I still get to talk to, the time change is just different. In terms of everyone else, I’ve been gone from their lives for a year and they’ve now found ways to fill whatever gap was left by my departure. And without being rude, the same is true of me. I’ve found ways to carry on without them and now I’m wondering if we’ll have time for each other.
Social structures are broken and now we exist in different strata than we used to. To mend them will be a complicated process.