I Dreamed That I Slept And I Actually Dreamed

I've been putting off writing this, my first blog post from Eastern Michigan University so there's a lot of stuff I have to cover and I hope I don't forget any of it.

For one, Ypsilanti is certainly not BG. I don't know why but this hit me on Wednesday, July 4th, when I walked to Dairy Queen: a boring old non-Miles owned Dairy Queen. I knew that I wasn't in BG before this, but that's when it really sunk in, paying over 5 bucks for a burger and fries at DQ. Also, walking to Dairy Queen was a pain. There's a bunch of restaurants in the Student Center here, but they keep really short hours and the whole place is closed on Sundays and was closed on the 4th of July. There's a few places to eat off campus right near me, but I wanted to see what else was around. 45 minutes of walking later, I gave up and ate at the DQ Brazier. The other day, I described Ypsilanti to Emily as "the bastard son of a suburb and a ghetto," and I still stand behind this description. In fact there is a street that crosses Washtenaw Ave. that I believe to have pinpointed as where the suburban-ness gives in to the ghetto-ness of Ypsilanti. I don't remember this road but on the corner there's a liquor store.

This isn't to say that I'm not enjoying myself. I'm having trouble meeting people, but I knew that would happen. On the other hand, I have a lot of time to work on meditating, getting plenty of sleep, studying, writing, reading and anything else I want to do. I can't remember the last time I was so rested, relaxed and also very bored. Regardless of how I feel about this place, it's a lot better than a factory, for sure.