I have a bruise the size of a grapefruit on my shin. I’ve
been bumping into the corners of walls. I missed a step going downstairs and
felt like I was going to plummet to my doom for a split second.
Coming back home has thrown me a bit off kilter. I’m happy
as can be to be back where I belong and away from school, but it’s taking some
getting used to. My body is used to the dimensions of my apartment. It
remembers the feel of the floors. The layout of my kitchen.
