As I was waiting for the bus on my way to North Campus, I had a realization: that I would never want to live permanently in an American city that relies heavily on cars.
I have just got back from Europe (Prague) and everything was accessible there by public transportation. If there is no bus or tram or metro, there is the taxi. Here in Buffalo, even taxis are a rarity! One must call them over the phone for the taxi to come.
Anyway, I am slowly stacking up on my new apartment. I just ordered some new furnishings so that I won't be living in a suitcase anymore. As my No. 1 Fan has said, I should consider the place I am living currently as my home, so I should not act like I am always living in suitcases. So in order for the suitcases to disappear from my bedroom, I ordered some dressers and racks to store my clothes.
Heh, I know, it's this time of the lifetime again, that weird-feeling depressive low-lying frequency that one gets whenever one moves at a new house. Did you know that moving to a new apartment is a cause for depression? I have to admit that I do not feel all to jumpy and bright as before, but I know that sooner or later, school will start again and I will forget the humdrum of solitude.