she sighs and walks away (enough)

I have a little over 36 hours before I move to Berkeley.
I find this to be two things simultaneously:
1. Ridiculously exciting. I can't wait to live on my own, to do things I've never done, experience life on my own. I want to grow plants, cook, play music, make music, dance, learn, think, write, scream, feel alive. I want to jump out of my skin into cold water. I'm going to write everyday, and experience winter, and look at the stars, and reclaim a sense of vivacity that's been missing from my life.
2. Nervous. I'm just anxious about the whole thing. It's so new, I just need to ground myself.

hmmph.
well =>
here.I.go.

modern anxiety and the age of indecision

so, as I sit here on the floor of the Shattuck Plaza hotel lobby (which echoes of a glory age long ago past), a cold wind blows into the door with every passing car, and I am cold.

Two weeks until school starts and I have still not secured a place to live. It's funny, deep down inside of myself I am alarmed at this, but I'm starting to feel pretty apathetic.

a Frenchman has closed the door, and the breeze no longer blows inside the lobby.

tomorrow brings me three more potential places to live, and then a long drive home.

well, maybe it will be three different places that will take down my number and call me later.
I don't want to make any decisions tomorrow.
I just need to choose something. I'm at the point where the choosing needs to eclipse the choice.