Summer School

I pulled a shirt out of the laundry this morning to wear under another shirt (layers, you know, are all the rage) and now I smell like the bottom of a backpack, the sort of vinyl + long forgotten beach sand smell. It's not altogether terrible. But there was a reason it was in the laundry.

It's funny to be back in school with a bunch of people I don't know and who are fairly reserved (typical of Seattle). And it is good for me to be spending the summer at UW Law - it confirms the fact that things happen for a reason and I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be. UO is a much better fit. This building, which I once thought grand, is actually quite cold and sterile. The UO building is warm and friendly, with big, comfy looking chairs and a student lounge that you don't need a key card to get into. People hang out and chat, whereas here, I never see anyone until I get to a classroom. I originally planned to try to transfer after my first year in order to be closer to the boyfriend, friends and family but now I know, and I never thought I would say this, but Oregon is where I am supposed to be.