introductions.

less than a month ago i was submerged in 80 pages worth of papers, i was in an apartment overlooking parc avenue in montreal, we'd just gotten our first blizzard, and all i wanted to do was leave. montreal is the kind of city that overwhelms you if you let it, and i was too weak to fight back. then it all stopped. the thing with school is that when it ends, it's always less climactic than you think it will be, especially when everyone else finished last may and they're now scattered throughout the world, embarking on futures i haven't had time to think about. i handed in my last exam, met one of my remaining friends for blt's and trotted off to physical therapy. i left the next day.

what happened? you finish college, you eat some sandwiches, and you leave? in december, you do. may is a huge party. december is cold. when i left montreal, i was ready to leave. there was a possibility of returning, but that didn't even excite me as much as the prospect of being elsewhere by september. i got home, celebrated, and then went to see a neurosurgeon about the back pain that i've had for two years. i need surgery, with a month+ recovery. i am not going back to montreal, i am suddenly living in my parents' house on long island. there are rules, no sidewalks, and you have to drive everywhere. there is the prospect of getting better mixed with the fact that i finally have free time and nothing to do with it. i am rachel, interrupted and this blog is an experiment in resourcefulness. let's see what i find to do in this product of the levitt's strange, suburban dream.