It’s late Thursday and I’m sitting down at the dining room table, looking out of our 14th floor window, admiring the apartment buildings that line the upper 80s on the east side. A ‘grande-regular-coffee’ sits on the table and my school work covers the table. Yes, you guessed it- I’m in Manhattan right now.
Its an odd feeling being ‘home’. In one way, this is my new home. My parents have been living here since late summer 2004 and have been furnishing it. It’s still not complete; the walls are missing pictures and they’re still searching for furniture and lamps. But, they’re here and for the next year and bit while I’m still studying/living at Hamilton, they’ll only be a four-hour drive away.
On the other hand, it doesn’t feel much like home and truly, why should it? It’s a one-bedroom apartment in a nice neighborhood. It’s got two rooms. A bedroom and a living/dining/kitchen area. Its large for a one-bedroom apartment but small for three people. It has one bathroom. There’s no personal space, unless you consider the bathroom such a luxury. And more importantly, I’m room-less. The sofa. It’s my bed.
I think what gets to me most is that there’s a lack of privacy or at least quiet space. I’ve been accustomed to having my own schedule at Hamilton, racing around during the mornings, afternoons, and evenings … and then relaxing in the early night. I’ve got options. Opus. Library. KJ. Babbitt. But whatever the case, I can find a place to fit my needs. If I need quiet time, I can find it. If I want to be alone, but with others, Opus comes to mind. Here, there’s no escaping it. With two rooms and three people, its impossible to have more than a few moments to yourself. Its either a TV (and we’ve got two), some noise from outside, or eager parents looking to start a conversation (which I don’t blame nor mind … its just its going to take some getting used to).
So. What am I feeling now? Nostalgia? A bit. I miss France. I miss England. And I miss Finland. Homeless? Not really, especially since I no longer really know what to call home. Confused? You bet. Whatever the case, for the next nine days or so while I’m in the city, this will be my home. My only question: will I ever consider this place truly my home?
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