While looking for a place to live, I often thought of how lucky I was when I had my Brooklyn co-op. Owning my own home was a luxury I never took for granted; although I did, at times, feel burdened by it. I wanted to explore! But I was tethered to an agreement (with no sublease rights).
At least that's what I thought. In looking back at these few months in which I had ample opportunity to go anywhere, I chose to stay close to the only home I know. New York City. Yes--it's the greatest city in the world. But, that's not what kept me here.
What kept me here is that deep inside, I'm like most other people--not at all the adventurer or high-wire traveller I've imagined myself to be. I'm ordinary. I like things (usually) to stay the same.
I found a place, and I am no longer trolling craigslist, looking for anything (anything). I found the apartment through someone who has ID (see below). The deal was in writing--clear, a carbon of our discussion, comforting. Safe.
In the aftermath of the have-to-move whirlwind, other anxieties pop up. This was a difficult semester at both schools I teach at. The final week is ahead of me, and that's good. Final papers--not so good. There were many instances of plagiarism, in too many forms to keep track of.
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