I’m almost to the end of my second semester in a new place. It still doesn’t feel like home.

Four weeks. One term paper, three exams, two labs, a handful of different homework assignments. And then I am free, at least for a while.

I’m listening to the same song on repeat, the way that I do when everything feels overwhelming. This time it’s a waltz called “Transatlantic” by Aoife O’Donovan. It’s soothing, easy on the ears, and pretty. And I still don’t know what it’s about. Something about two people falling in love and then falling asleep on a boat that’s crossing the ocean between Ireland to America. I think.

“You take the high road, I’ll take the low road, I’ll get there before you…”

Also, I picked some daffodills. They are turning brown around the edges in a jar on the kitchen table and I like them. The plantain is just barely coming out, but there’s deadnettle fucking everywhere.

I can’t wait until I’m a little more free.

I hope it’s a pretty good Monday.