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Being in Olympia feels like nothing. By that I mean, I don't feel any different being here than I felt the other day when I was in Provo.
There is no one in Provo I would see every day or even every other day, and since school hasn't started yet I have been doing what I would otherwise be doing were I in Utah, is reading books, or talking to Marissa in Ukraine on the Skype phone. The main difference is the view out my window, and that I don't have sheets on my bed. I forgot my sheets!
But the view out my window is pretty. I live on the second floor of a nice house with some really nice people. Oh, and Kahea also lives upstairs. There is a bathroom between our rooms. I can here every sound of him defecating. I have started leaving a fan on all the time to drown out the bathroom sound.
Back to the view out my window: On the satellite map there is supposed to be a lake across the street, but i can't see it. Also, everywhere in Olympia is dense with trees unless they have been purposefully removed, except right around my house, for maybe a couple square miles. I am curious why. Some glitch in the soil. But it is pretty. Different colored grasses and shrubs which as I look right now are blowing back and forth. Growing up in the desert I am used to people able to see for miles around me, and while I love the trees in the Northwest I occasionally feel a slight sense of claustrophobia not being able to see more than a few hundred yards. So I find this island of grassland prairie I live in comforting.
Yesterday I bought some groceries and got lost on my return. I was happy to discover a Buddhist temple close to my house. It is a funny building. Imagine if Ivory Homes built a Buddhist temple. Pagoda like terraces constructed with modern western building materials, a stucco facade. I will post a picture when I remember.
We have a greenhouse in the back yard, and washer and dryer in the basement.
One of my roommates is on probation.
I am still having trouble seeing anything as more than a pile of atoms.