First day. Last semester.
And I’m sitting in my pajamas with my feet outstretched on the couch, my mug adjacent to my knees already empty of its chai. I gave myself the day off.
You see, the snow is quickly piling up outside my window, and the commute for one class with an outdated syllabus on the first day doesn’t seem worth it. I’ve been waiting for time to make its way into my life so I could piece together the long line of posts I brainstormed, and now I finally have it.
On the first day. Of my last semester.