Back to school is a bit odd this time. It's almost the same but yet so different. At that breaking point of feeling surreal.
A lot of the same old classmates from the last four years but it is slowly sinking in who is missing and how that is changing the dynamics. Still in the same building but on the mainfloor in one of the old classrooms instead of studio. I keep wanting to go up the stairs. Now my time in studio is as a T.A. the one hovering above while the other is staring up in desperation and I am supposed to know how to help. T.A.ing isn't all that weird though. I'm enjoying it. I don't think I am coming off as an intimidating T.A., everyone seems comfortable asking questions and chatting a bit.
It's sort of like when you babysit for the first time. You find yourself saying things your parents used to say to you, you hated it when they said it, you hate that you are now the one saying it, but you now know why it has to be said.
The new apartment is coming along. Fewer and fewer boxes all the time which means regular daily activities can be accomplished without a half hour search for a toothbrush, a saucepan, the remote, a hammer, a clean pair of socks, etc.
I think it is a bit harder to adapt to these smaller changes. Things are similar enough that you expect everything to follow, far more disorienting than something completely different.