belongings
August 13th, 2006
All the things I am attracted to are just about to disappear.
- Tacita Dean
Sorting through the travel pictures makes me homesick. Holland-sick. At the supermarket I grab the falafel mix (for a really really bad day, to pretend you have maoz). I look up the dutch courses at the university. (Did I mention my vocabulary has extended from 10- to 100+ words already) I sort through the BA course syllabus to figure out when it would be best to do the student exchange -thing (not until third year, shit!). My body is here, yet my mind isn’t. Not even nearly.
Home is a portable thing, a mental state, right?