What had to move moved

The art department has a couple cabinets full of old bowls, fake fruit, broken appliances to use in still lifes. It's weird to look through these closets and find things you've once drawn or painted. I mean, when you stare at something for hours you develop an understanding of it--how it sits in space, at least--and seeing it again is like running into someone with whom you once shared something important. I feel a real affinity for this red candlestick that I drew, like, three times in Basic Drawing.

School ending was strange, I think, because it didn't feel very strange at all. This was the first year I wasn't hassling over packing my room. Classes just ended, and then Jess and I sat on the couch for two days, layed on the Norris lawn at night and sipped water from the sprinklers. Took a shower with my clothes on.

Home isn't as much home anymore, but a fun, comfortable, easy place to visit. Last night, finally discovered the perks of living here, standing on the top of a tall building looking out over all the lights.