Home January 17, 2008
Posted by Katie Oh in : Such As , trackbacki am home. brooklyn is a large warm blanket that drapes over my shoulders. i am not cold here. here is perfect. i missed the little things: the sparkle in adrian’s eyes when she laughs, jenny’s eyebrow furrow, amber’s inquisitive looks. gillian’s funny faces, lyndel’s compassion. i have little lists of things i love about the people here.
the past week or so has been filled with new classes and fun. i am typing this before i leave for another poetry reading. this time, i’m not going to read. i am going to sit and relax and just be in awe of this amazing place and how much i missed it.
i am arranging a production of the vagina monologues at pratt. coming here, i just assumed that such a production would naturally be arranged; that it was on the books and that everyone would just know. alas, i was met with some confused stares, but also an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm. i mentioned being worried about little things, such as the report that the v-day organization demands you compile after the performance. four people volunteered to take the task on since i was too scared to do it myself — four people, and we don’t even know what the report entails. this is what i love about here versus old home. wherever old home is.
with the new semester comes new professors — and the customary question is to ask where you’re from. i, honestly, do not know anymore. i am confused as to if “michigan, by way of pittsburgh” is correct, or “pittsburgh, by way of michigan.” it’s a strange feeling, that this so-new place of this city is what really feels like home.
in other news, i miss my kitten. i find myself cold at night. she used to lay on my feet, trying to gnaw at my toes through the comforter, and keep me warm.
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