Moments and Stories

I took this picture on my cell phone the first day of the
school year. This feels nicely symmetrical. 
There’s a fountain in the square outside my window that I like to watch at night. Sometimes, but not always, the lights come on, and it gets lit up from below and the water seems to glitter—or so it seems from my vantage point on the fifth floor. I’ve sat on the edge of it more than a few times; waiting for rides, waiting for friends, eating lunch or just reading a book. The sound of the water is soothing, and I like the gentle mist of the drops against my legs.

There are two small black couches in my apartment where I’ve spent unreasonable amounts of time glaring at empty word documents, hoping to somehow levitate the thoughts from my brain on to the laughingly empty page. I stare at the TV, almost always a reality show that my roommates turned on, and try to comprehend the lives of people that I don’t know.

The walkway near the student center.
There is a woman who works at the little café in the building where most of my classes are that always calls me ‘honey darling.’ Her accent is not quite southern, but her slang definitely falls somewhere below the Mason-Dixon line.  She never rolls her eyes when I buy the same turkey sandwich and iced tea twice a week, and always asks me if I’m getting enough sleep. I’m not, but it makes me happy that she genuinely cares.

There is one computer downstairs in the library that logs on faster than all the others. It’s in the second to last row, all the way at the end of line, and it still isn’t really that fast. When you sit there you get to watch the people stalking the reference section, always too angry about not being able to find the book they need. Always so excited when they manage to hunt it down.

This was in late March and I was wearing a tshirt when I took
it. Seasons are weird here.
There is a small room with more windows then walls up on the third floor of the building where I took all my political science classes. The plaque outside the door calls it a “study lounge” but I’ve spent much more time in that room absent mindedly staring out on to the busy streets then with my nose in a book. I almost never see anyone in there, but on the rare occasions that I do we sit in separate corners, in amiable silence. Knowing that there is a place on campus where the noise can’t quite reach.

There is a tree outside the science building that blooms early in the morning and the flowers disappear by lunch. I only get to see them if I'm awake before the campus co
mes alive. They feel like my little secret with the universe, and they are so so beautiful.

There is one elevator in my building that moves much slower than the other two. Every time I’m stuck in it by myself I dance for a couple of seconds, just because it feels like the right thing to do. Every time I hear the door ding, I stop suddenly so that no one can see my dorky moves. Dancing is necessary sometimes.

Everything looks prettier at dawn.
There is a fuzzy chair that sat next to the bed in my close friend’s room that I snuggled in to on more movie nights then I can count.  We’d pull up some ridiculous chick flick and order Chinese food and pretend like exams or mean professors or rude classmates didn’t exist. Creating a little bubble of happiness, at least for the length of a Disney movie or an episode of The OC.

There are pictures and posters hung all over the walls of my room. It’s been about 8 months since I moved in here, and hung the first pictures up. Eight months since this place became my place, at least for a little while. I like the pictures because they let me bring a bit of all the other places that I’ve been. I create scrapbook pages large enough to live in when I hang them on my walls.

Tomorrow I leave Salisbury. It’s been a strange year, and a hard one, but I have bits and pieces that I’m more than happy to remember. I’m glad to have these memories. I’m glad to be able to find moments and stories and people to carry with me as I head on to what’s next. 

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  1. This is lovely, Jordan. :) Good luck in your next adventure (and conquer NYC for me)!