Our newest Rumblr editor, Lucy Schiller, who joined Claire and my illustrious ranks this past week, has a lovely piece in Thought Catalog about trying to make things work in new homes and old ones. (She is Rumbling today, say hello!)
When it falls, the snow doesn’t seem like the kind of snow that fell in high school, it’s fatter and slower. My room is now a weird lavender color and full of my mother’s academic treatises on the history of dirty jokes. I’m not sure how or when to leave. There are no hills to bicycle down, just red brick streets stretching like dingy tongues out into farmland.