Moving Back In
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
A couple of days after we moved my brother into UMass Amherst it was time for me to move back into Bradford. My parents and I drove up to the school with my clothes, my decorations, and my new computer. I think it was the first time Dad had seen the thing and he probably made a snide remark or two, still upset with me for going over his head and having Mom help me out with getting it.
One of the first things that I noticed was a sign about someone named Chagnon dying that summer. The only Chagnon I thought I knew was this girl Helen, and I had no idea how she was related to any of the people I was moving in with, even though I didn’t know them that well. I would later learn that it was in reference to our friend Monica’s Dad. I just hadn’t remembered her last name.
The move-in was uneventful and my parents soon left. I’m pretty sure they helped me move in, even though I probably could have done it in one car. I think I was still insisting on lugging the computer stuff around in its original boxes at that point. I think that was why we needed two cars.
I learned that Stephanie Woodsum’s roommate wasn’t coming back and we’d gotten saddled with some girl none of us knew. I said hello to everyone else. Jimmy began arranging his room for what would be only the first of several thousand room rearrangements. Russel eventually arrived.
I really had only one thing on my mind. I was supposed to see Nydia again the first weekend back and I had no idea how I felt about that.