from 1997, Part 3Posted: May 4, 2010
>This, the last entry in the journal:
Moved in somewhat. Boxes are still everywhere, everything impossible to find. I seem to need everything at once. I’m living in Chris’s room until I have a bed. We watched the video of [our high school performance of Brecht’s Caucasian] Chalk Circle.
The space is great, a little nervous, but excited. We had a good dinner at some cafe on St. Mark’s, which I liked, I’d go there again. Blackened salmon with mashed sweet potatoes. Mom and Dad are doing well. They like the city.
Furniture shopping today. Sleeping here will be tough. I have all this noise outside my window to combat. Talked to everyone back home. No one is helping each other. I don’t know what to say. I hope I can really be myself in this place. Like really be the best version of myself here. It’s wonderful what’s already been established. But Chris’s room is a mess.