This morning, Mom helped me finish packing up my things, and my folks returned me to NYC. There were complications along the way, mostly in the shape of an RD who is out of town and forgot to leave my keys at the security desk, or in fact, anywhere that anyone could get them without having to call the head of Reslife, get permission to open his office to get the master key, then open the RD's room in order to get my keys from where he'd left them. The whole thing took ages, and was totally absurd- although the security folks were really very kind and helpful about the whole thing. But it was a bit of a nightmare of phone calls and administrative error for a while, there.

So, a new semester, a new room. I've unpacked and mostly put my things away- easier when you're only bringing stuff for 4 months, not 8 (and not even quite all I need for 4 months- I'll swap off some summer stuff for winter things a bit later on. One advantage of wanting to be home a bit more often this semester, since I'm not going to be so local next semester, and because it should facilitate some of this wedding planning business, and because I'm enjoying seeing my parents- things can be swapped off.)

I need to get some sticky tack to put up my posters, after which the place will feel a bit more homey- but so far, so good. A little lonely feeling right now, but not too bad, as far as "just moved in" feelings go.

To do (in no particular order: Acquire sticky tack, groceries. Acquire blank paper, maybe some pretty paper too for putting my name on the door, and also for making my machzor noticably different so I can keep track of it. Work on sermons and touch-up liturgy for Rosh Hashanah. Prepare for the start of classes. Get comfortable here. Wonder why my computer is acting up this time, maybe even fix it. And the rest of the usual stuff...

But in any case, I've returned to the city.

From: [identity profile] jonahrank.livejournal.com


Berukhah habba'ah...

Btw, I believe that I'm living in an old room of yours...

Is there any chance that this year we are living in the same building?

From: [identity profile] debka-notion.livejournal.com


I think you're down the hall from me, and a floor below my old room (I looked around in the mailroom). I wish we had name signs on our doors- I'm going to get some pretty paper and make one today, I think. If you want decorative paper, let me know, I can at the least share my scraps, or pick you up something, when I find (I'm going to hit Michael's this morning, amidst my other errands.) I'll slip you a note with my current cell number under your door when I'm next on the hall. But yes- down the hall, second door on the left, coming from your room, I believe.

From: [identity profile] jonahrank.livejournal.com


Ah very good... don't bother with buying anything for me though, and don't bother with leaving me scraps--unless you find yourself with nothing else to do; then I will understand and be quite happy.

(I will be busy most of today, and I can imagine that you have plenty to do...)

Either way, thanks!
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