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.


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