Two years ago in freshman year (:O so long ago), I wrote this poem. I had just moved to Cambridge not even 3 months before, and was adjusting to a place radically different from home. In these first few months, I
“The muscles of my soul, longing for the opportunity to feel and fear and push, know they would otherwise atrophy.”
I wrote this line roughly a month before move-in, in an effort to capture just what it was