Today was the perfect Sunday of the summer; sitting with my temporary roommates in the living room, watching Wes Anderson's the Darjeeling Limited, with the dialogue playing against the sounds of a storm conjuring up outside. The rain plays constant beats against the surface while thunder rolls across the sky. Still in my nightgown, I put on my gray cardigan and black boots and step outside to smoke a cigarette on the porch. Sarah joins me and we talk about how we are both looking forward to going back to school soon. It's only a matter of weeks now until we go back to see the same people who left Harrisonburg while we stayed behind. I'm not exactly sure if I'm ready to see all these people again; I'm never ready to get jumbled up into the obligatory social scene. I guess it just happens and you get caught in it by chance.
I move into Madison Terrace on Friday.
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