I’m off at university. University. It rolls off the tongue.
A mind of steel? Hardly.
I forget where I leave my shoes half the time. The other half of the time I forget which floor I live on, or where my classes are—which of the red brick buildings was it? Sometimes they all look the same.
I’m so lost here, though, as I write this, I’m in my second year here.
It’s my second home now, and in less than a year I will leave again. My friends will leave again. Everything will change again.
I keep my heart in two places, stringing it out over time and space. Sometimes those strings snap, and that is hard. Sometimes my mind tells me I’m not sane.
Absent of mind.