New Keywords Adventure

I suppose my story isn't a big adventure. I was cleaning my room and relaxing on my bed when 7 o'clock rolled around. My room is still currently a mess, go figure.

I plan to take a hard copy look at the book in the library under reserves tomorrow. I instead sat down on my hard-as-a-rock computer chair at my desk and looked up the book on google books so that I could at least see a few pages for now. It’s going to be interesting to get confused. But back to my sitting situation.

This chair has been with me since my sophomore year here at UC Davis. Like many things in my room, they are "temporary" (as my dad would say), and thus often come from a mold that would be considered lower than Pier 1's standards.

However it is all temporary. This caused me to ponder the temporary nature of all of my things and even phases in college. From being an legitimate starving college student and living off 30 cent burritos at the co-op for at least a month to my brother's old half of a bunk-bed. Somehow I have found a home amongst all of the temporary, and feel melancholy to leave what I made feel right and permanent.