C-bus, as they say to save a syllable.
I have lived alone almost a week here and I have a cozy apartment, Buck ID, public library card, farmer’s market vegetables, several bus trips under my belt and a “shindig” to attend tonight with some nice folks I met. They are even letting me bring dessert (so my apartment smells less like paint now)! There are all these places to go, things to do, and ways to spend a lot of money or hardly any money everywhere. Three-fourths of people my age seem to be Asian and don apparel either far cooler or far dorkier than mine. I am getting the benefit (and embarrassment of not knowing how to use) public services and this is fortunate because I’m getting my master’s in social work for goodness sake. My best friend from childhood lives nearby and just had a baby. I held baby Sophia and soaked up her smiles, tears, and digestive issue shamelessness. Speaking of babies, I’m still in love, and that’s really beautiful and amazing when it is not utterly unbearable due to distance. I missed borderlands weather when I ran a trail here in dreary rain, but at least I began learning where some stuff is on foot, because I am a hopeless navigator in the car. My ex-boyfriend called me the worst co-pilot in the world one time, and I made a dramatic crying scene because I knew it was undeniable. I used to be so good at those horrible fits. Now I guess I will try to be good at good things. No mo tears yo. BUCKEYE NATION! (What does that even mean and why do people yell it everywhere?)
