So I decided to get a blog. This is my first post:
Living alone, I always notice the air conditioner. I hear when it turns on. My couch is just right so I can feel the cool air hit me. I notice a lag between when I hear it turn on, and the air against my skin. I've measured it at around 4 seconds. With roughly 4 meters distance between the couch and vent, the air is moving about a meter per second.
It's interesting to think that the cool air is introducing itself to the warm air. Greeting each other, realizing how different they are. Maybe they hate each other. They know they are competing to occupy my living room. But I like to think that they eventually realize that they are both just air.
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"You're going to Wichita? Do you know anybody there?"
"No, not really."
"What are you going to do there? Wont you be bored?"
"I don't know. I guess so."
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Before I moved to Wichita, I lived in Lawrence with my friends. It had an air conditioner. It was comfortable living there. I never worried about being hot, sweaty, and uncomfortable. However, I knew that my new place in Wichita did not have an air conditioner. I dreaded the day I would leave Lawrence, and move to Wichita. I knew that Wichita wouldn't be as good as Lawrence. I was afriad I'd be so hot there, it'd be unbearable.
But I promised myself that no matter how hot Wichita is, I would not go to Lawrence every weekend to cool off. I need to learn to be hot, and learn to cool down without the help of the air conditioner in Lawrence.
Here I am, four weeks into Wichita.
It gets hot here, sometimes.
But I'm still here.
