I went to my new school today to finish handing in forms and clear up the massive amounts of confusion I’ve been experiencing with financial aid. Afterward I found the university bookstore and went in, as I always to, to write down ISBN numbers before running home to buy the books. It was strange entering the lone bookstore on campus that contained only a few aisles.
It was standing there in front of the shelves that I realized I had no idea where I was. I mean, buying books is all so familiar, but I was no longer at the University of Illinois. I was somewhere completely new–somewhere totally unfamiliar. It was in this moment that I nearly cried. It was Sandy’s first day of school today. I wondered what she was doing, how she was feeling, in school…but yet in a place that neither of us consider home. Until now my existence at this school could manifest itself only in paperwork…something about buying books made it a complete reality.