Accept no imitiations

For whatever reason, I decided I wanted to look at Ithaca on Google Satellite view today. I wandered about my hometown to the best of my street view abilities, and I feel so lonely and wistful now. For any creature comfort of home, really. I miss the smell of the fall air, and the way it almost violated my senses with its sharpness. It's very possible that this is just me romanticizing my home, but I swear that no matter where you stood in Ithaca, if you were still and listened very quietly, you could always hear the forceful rush of a waterfall. Sitting in the Commons is like witnessing everyday magic; there's always music playing, laughter permeates every corner, and the cacophony of birdsong coming from the cadre of birds playing in the fountains is one of the most amazing sounds in the world. To me, anyway.

I miss home.

I miss so much these days it's hard to keep up.

I'm continually dreaming about Dan. I don't think I've had a night where I didn't dream about him for the last week. I can't remember them clearly, but I know I'm having them. I remember flashes, particularly upon waking. So that's a thing. And it makes me so sad.

I'm almost done with my office. I'm just missing my rug, my chair, and my new chaise. My fancy new reading chaise. I also have to buy a new pair of glasses, since mine finally broke. After...eight years? On to the next, I guess.