Lindsey Kuper (lindseykuper) wrote,
Lindsey Kuper

It's kind of a gloomy, chilly Chicago fall morning.

I did two loads of laundry and packed a lunch before work, so I was late getting out of the apartment and had to run to catch the train (and almost didn't). When I caught my breath, I realized that I was pretty much the only person on the train not wearing a coat.

I like the onset of cold weather. It makes me feel like going home, making tea, wrapping up in a blanket, and messing with my computer.

This year, cold weather means that pretty soon, I'll be getting all my warm clothes and stuff from my parents' house in Iowa, which is tied to the fact that we're moving to the new apartment in a few days and I'll finally have a real bedroom to put all of said stuff in. I'm really excited about that -- not just the fact that I'll have enough room for my stuff -- although that's huge -- but the fact that I'll actually have, you know, a door, that, you know, closes.

I wonder if my sister and I are such introverts because, as kids, we got used to coming home from school and having our parents not be there until much later. Sometimes I didn't like that, but most of the time it was awesome. The whole house was ours. We could dance to New Kids on the Block in the living room, make weird things in the kitchen microwave, or take our My Little Ponies to the Bathroom Sink Spa. I felt embarrassed doing any of those things when anyone besides Maya was around, and I'm still that way. I want hours alone [cooking | reading | painting my toenails | installing Gentoo] without anyone ever asking what I'm doing.


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