John Norman

August 10, 2005

I spend last night back in 6th street, where Matt is the only occupant among the six rooms we all called home in Spring. It's weird to walk into my old room and see everything as it was when I first moved in a year ago; I shuffled through the drawers of the desk and dresser to look for any sign that I had been there. I saw nothing, but the second drawer in the desk, where I had kept my dryer sheets, still smelled of them. I brought a small TV to allow Daily Show viewings, and I get wireless in the living room through a Tech AP somewhere nearby.

This fall, of the many people I see regularly, only two will be left in Atlanta. It will be hard for the three of us.