posted by Sarie @
1:18 PM
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Sunday, July 20, 2003
It’s a strange thing to feel vaguely foreign in your own house. It isn’t like flying into Rome for the first time. I know how everything works; I know where everything is. It’s just that for the last five weeks, everyone and everything has become used to me being elsewhere. It’s like being the old end table stored away in the basement for five weeks that, upon being reintroduced to its former position, now finds itself the cause of everyone’s stubbed toes. In other words, though I’m rather embarrassed about being out of place, I’m also drawing that cruel and perverse pleasure that naturally comes with watching everyone jump around, holding their foot, trying not to howl.