I'm spending a week or two in the city taking a wilderness medicine course. It is strange to be back in a place that was my home for the past few years. It's much bigger than I remember; its noises seem strange. I am surprised by how many emotions being here brings to the surface. It is wonderful to see friends and my sister, but also bittersweet. The class itself is all-consuming and sometimes I feel a little overwhelmed. I'm sure that these factors influenced the following chain of events.
6:30 am My alarm beeps and I roll in my sleeping bag to turn it off. I'm staying with a few previous roommates, but today I'm relocating to a different place. The day before was 13 hours of class, another bittersweet social call, and not enough sleep.
7:15 After snitching a bowl of someone's cereal I load all my stuff in the car and drive off with my hand drawn map to my new three day home. The goal: park the car out front and catch a bus to campus. I'm running late.
7:27 I park the car, run to the bus, and it drives off leaving me in a cloud of toxic fumes. I choke back tears. I have a firm policy not to run for or cry over public transit (I had a bad experience).
7:32 I chase the bus trying to get in front, park, and then hop on board. I try, but miss it again.
7:39 I give up the leapfrog technique and just follow the bus to campus looking for a place to park where I won't get a ticket.
7:45 I find a place to park only a 30 minute walk from my class which starts at 8. I shoulder my large backpack full of stuff for the woods and start off through the falling snow.
7:52 I convince a university shuttle to pick me up and drop me off a little closer, even though it isn't part of his route.
7:57 The shuttle drops me off. I run across an intersection and almost get hit by a car.
7:58 I choke back tears again.
7:59 I walk into the building and take my seat in class.
8:00 A slideshow with pictures of dislocations and bloody lacerations begins.
I think I'll be okay. Tomorrow is another day.