Holland, 1945 / Neutral Milk Hotel
August 21: It’s time to move in to your dorms! The movers will be here bright and early with all of your valuables, hopefully they won’t get dropped. You’d better be there to make sure you’re rooming with a friend. (Hoping you’ve already sorted this out.)
The drive up to New Haven was pretty terrible, as usual, and I kind of wished I could sit in the truck with the moving guys. Luckily my mom had lowered the hard top on her car before setting out so instead of talking to her I was focused on scooping hair out of my face every few seconds. Ronnie was sitting in the backseat tapping away on her iphone. I didn’t have an iphone when I was eleven.
I felt a little embarrassed about bringing a whole trailer to move my stuff in, but it’s the smallest one at least. My room is bigger this year anyways, and you have to bring the furniture in as well so it doesn’t leave much choice. I like how I’ve planned my room out, though. It took me a couple of days to think about it and organize everything, but I think it’s going to look nice.
When we got to Windsor I went straight to the dorms. Heather wasn’t there yet so I went back out to the movers to try to help, or something. I grabbed a duffel bag with my clothes and started back towards the building. I nearly ran into Natasia coming through the door. “Sorry Nat!” I gasp, staggering to one side.
She turns to look at me, and for a split second she glares. Then her face smoothes and she smiles. “Lillian. You know you can get the movers to carry that, right?” She says, waving at my bag. Before I can answer though she’s in motion again, walking away. I start towards the stairs again, wanting to die of embarrassment.
Finally my room is situated, and it’s time for my family to leave. I snag Ronnie for a second while my mom is talking to the movers. “Don’t let them push you around, okay?” I know she knows what I’m talking about. “You can always call me if they’re being awful.”
“I know.” She smiles and hugs me and then runs back over to the car. Back in my room, I flop on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. It’s quiet. I do this for several minutes and nothing changes. I start to feel bored and kind of terrible. Then the door opens.
Clara looks in. “Hi Lillian, welcome back! Uh, what are you doing?”
I sit back up. “Nothing. Hi Clara. Um. How are you?”
“I’m good. Just checking in. Well…” and she starts to go.
“Oh! Clara -” I remember, “you were right about the library window the other day. Thanks for the tip.”
She gives me a funny smile. “No problem,” she says, slipping out the door. I go back to staring at the ceiling.
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