something about light

I write this from the living room. When Harry Met Sally is on and I am half-watching. I have a cup of hot chocolate that I didn’t really want but made anyway.

Here is the point of medical leave: you get better. You leave your normal life of friends and campus and debauchery to spend the remaining three and half months of the semester fixing what (it has become undeniably clear) needs fixing. Here is the problem with medical leave: no matter what you do and where you are during it, it also becomes undeniably clear where you were, the point being, I miss Oberlin.

I’m having trouble multi-tasking here- watching the movie, writing this, facebooking, thinking that everyone on the screen looks like someone I know, thinking about everyone I know…it’s that age old phenomenon of don’t-know-what-you’ve-got-til-its-gone. That said, I’m going to leave this first blog entry in the capable linguistic hands of Jenny Holzer: There’s something about light that’s right for these terrible subjects. It’s a way of having beauty let you come closer than you might otherwise.

The point of this is documentation. I feel like this decision to come home and deal with what I’ve been avoided dealing with for years is kind of crazy and ridiculous- see, I’m not in the habit of dealing with things. So, without further ado, I bring you terrible subjects, but hopefully light somewhere. Honesty and boredom and the cruel things I find funny and frustration and the weird opposite of home-sickness. And maybe, inexplicably, somewhere, beauty.