When I got back to my apartment tonight, half of the ceiling in the common area was gone and my room was about 90 degrees. I'll explain the hole on the ceiling; but rest easy knowing that the upcoming soul searching is cyclical in nature. The heat kind of gave me a nostalgic feeling about first moving in; building my furniture at night in the heat, getting eaten alive by bugs on my trips to and fro, and my first few nights here trying to sleep to forget about how uncomfortable I was. Last summer, looking for a place to move to, was completely surreal; it seems like it was all a dream now.
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