I was just looking at my desk and realized that it’s not really my desk. I mean, it won’t be in just a few weeks. Then it will be Nobody’s desk for a few months before becoming Somebody Else’s desk. Somebody Else probably won’t organize her drawers the same way. Or put her calendar in the same place on her bulletin board. I started to think how fun it would be to see my room done another way, but then I remember it won’t be my room. Everything will be different, and if I ever came to visit I would only be able to think, my shoes don’t go there. Before I remember…those aren’t my shoes.
So I suppose I should start distancing myself from this room, but mainly I want to hug my furniture.