Return to Normalcy
<<2003-01-20 - 6:35 p.m.>>

Walking the walk I knew I would walk, down the pathway in front of Old Dorm Block, returning to my dorm (just briefly!) from time with Kara and Miriam (and a visiting friend of Kara's), time of familiar jokes and "Buffy" geekery and learning a Swedish card game from John (school John). Giggling with Kara. Megan emailing to say she's glad I'm back.

I am glad I'm back. I'm so glad I'm back it almost hurts.

My newly cluttered room and the continuing psychosis of my roommate be damned. I left the room to brush my teeth this morning and she was huddled on the far end of her mattress-less bedframe, asleep with her calves hanging off and her head resting on a tool kit. Dear God.

But even the requisite eye-rolling at Roshni is familiar and friendly.

I've picked up my accountability thread at the TF again, and I'm glad. Just the fact that I woke up and brushed my teeth and washed my face as a matter of routine, instead of having to convince myself to do anything, the way I do at home, makes me glad.

You see? I can be normal. You see? Nothing is wrong with me. Not, of course, that I have no problems, but that I am not intrinsically flawed.

You see? I'm okay. Things are okay.

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