Because I didn’t sign up for my current home for the next (academic) year—since I don’t intend on staying in grad school for much longer (fingers crossed)—I’ve been forced to look for a place to stay for the last few months of this year. I’ve gotten to see a number of different apartments, some very nice, others not so, but the process on a whole has been weirding me out; none of them feel like home.
I just don’t want to move. I feel like I’ve lived at my current place forever, and it’s home.
Through this awkward process, I’ve finally managed to find a place that’s not too exorbitant that’ll do for the next few months, but I’ve realised something a little deeper.
I’ve lived in Ann Arbor for all my adult life and it’s home. As [1] overrated as it is and as annoying as the noise from the [2] Art Fair can be, it’s my home.
It’s where I’ve learnt and grown and experienced what little I have of life. I just don’t want to leave.
I don’t believe that the transition to yet another country will be even remotely pleasant.
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