we don’t live here anymore

for someone who designs space for a living, i am decidedly detached from the places where i have lived.

always grateful for a roof, never nostalgic for anything beneath it.

gracious rooms in old boarding school dorms. old dorms at a gracious college. a scary shoebox in chinatown, just south of canal. the cubicle in copenhagen, as cold as the weather. a gropius-designed garden apartment for a harvard summer. the less-than-lux loft in the west village, where i was (happily) confined to a glass box on the roof. a place all my own, while very much on my own, in grad school.

we found our current home just as he proposed + i said yes. that was one year ago. this place was our first home. there will be a last one day, too. there will be many in between. hopefully, all as happy as this one has been.

soon he’ll be gone, off to school. i’ll be here, taking over my parents’ empty apartment.

while everyone seems to have much to say about this arrangement, i do not.

like so much in life, it is what it is.

we just don’t live here anymore.