Pardon the long absence. This is something like New York: Day 32.
People keep asking me if I am glad to be back in NYC and I keep shrugging. I was reading the New Yorker (okay, I did miss that) a few weeks ago and when I came upon this book review I felt a weird kinship with the man quoted at the beginning who kept saying: “I’m in New York, but New York ain’t in me!” Exactly, I thought.
Law school is time consuming (three years, folks). Homework is hard. It doesn’t help that I have no bookshelf and haven’t unpacked. Here is what my room looks like:
law and order: special victims unit
I’ve been living here for more than 2 weeks. Oma, if you’re reading this, don’t worry–I promise I will clean up before you come over on Saturday. Maybe.
Tonight I was at home. A big storm (including a tornado! My childhood fear of severe weather returns) knocked down a bunch of trees, killed someone in Queens, and prevented our trip to the dollar store to get a broom and mop. After the storm subsided, Jason and I went to the supermarket to get some stuff so that I could make rice* pudding. Here is what we saw:
Dread in Aisle 11
New project: The Emotional Supermarket. In Aisle 3, we have Ecstasy, Rapture, and Joy. Cheap Thrills are at the front by the cashiers. Self-Doubt is in the dairy section. Insecurity is everywhere.
*Rice: Jason bought 25 lbs of rice for only $10! 25 lbs of rice is 500 servings. I used half a cup. That’s about two servings. I will post the recipe on our haus blog as soon as we get the internet to work for more than two people at a time.
