Last year I lived in Cedar Hill, pretty far out from student life and campus and extremely inconvenient during the winter storms. So moving to East Rock (grad student ghetto) is great. Maude and I can walk alone at night, I can bike to school in 7 minutes flat, there are cafes and little breakfast bars, I love it.
The only downside is that my students are my neighbors now, they are my early morning witnesses. One of them stopped me in the hall to ask if I was sleepwalking the other morning. I said I wasn’t and he said, “But you were in these piggy pajamas and high heels, with a coffee cup, talking to yourself with your dog. I walked by you and you didn’t even say hello.” I think I must have been on the headset with Flavia and it has gotten cold in the morning but all my winter stuff is in NY, so I had to go out in my pjs and sandals (the only shoes I had). Anyway, I just clarified to him I had been on my headset mid conversation.
Sometimes I look at photos of myself in Asia and feel guilty that I really let my sense of fashion go tacky in developing countries. I think it’s a type of ethical triumph that I dress like a lunatic in developed countries as well.