Familiarity is the jacket I wear even if it’s hot outside.
Familiarity is remembering where every pothole is on the streets of my hometown.
Familiarity is the white noise in the background, the golden yellow paint on my bedroom walls, the countless race bibs hung nicely near my calendar.
Familiarity convinces me that there’s no point in getting comfortable in other cities. Why walk around the campus of your university? You’ll be home in no time.
Familiarity is coming home at 9 o’clock on a Wednesday night, the feeling of pajamas against a shivering body, the aroma of home-cooked food.
Familiarity says your second semester schedule should be more like that of the first,
that you should take the same routes home,
even if it’s less time-efficient.
But I wish I could unzip the jacket of familiarity,
bare my skin, despite the wind.
Give me time to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.
Wouldn’t discomfort soon morph itself into familiarity?
What are now unknown road signs are the signals that will soon lead me home.
Reclining on the couches of my university’s campus will eventually feel like hanging out in my bedroom on a Friday night,
Braless and weary from hours spent typing on my laptop.
But I want to feel free to get up at any time,
and handstand against my bed,
hang upside down in the staircase,
run around the house singing Lorde’s “400 Lux.”
I replay the same song over and over in my car,
to give myself the illusion,
that nothing is changing.
I can deal with new changes, I tell myself.
But the subconscious mind can’t keep its mouth shut
if I’ve been at school for eight hours,
and all I can think about is staring up at the same bedroom ceiling before going to sleep,
wearing the same pajamas,
hanging my clothes in the same parts of my closet.
But maybe soon I will peel away this jacket,
this attachment to familiarity,
though I know that I will undoubtedly return to my gym of seven years,
the bright yellow ‘Gold’s Gym’ sign luminescent in my mind’s eye.
I will continue my quest of morphing discomfort into comfort,
linger along the sidewalks of unfamiliar towns.
If I can just get my feet wet,
perhaps I wouldn’t mind if the water were cold.
The body eventually adjusts to the temperature.