Thanksgiving was full of loud chatter, a long high table, perfect turkey and multiple pies. It was full of the same laughter that enters most conversations here at St. Antony's. And followed by a blue-grass type band that reminded me of home.
I am oddly excited to be on the student government here, perhaps because I already love St. Antony's in this indescribable way, perhaps because it is one of the few places away from Morningside Heights that I have ever felt so at home.
And then there is home, itself. The sound of Thanksgiving at Carol's when I spoke with Kim, my father putting a turkey in the oven, both made me ache for the place that I grew up. I am excited to travel, to see more of Europe, to speak Spanish and explore Portugal. I am excited to face Berlin again. I am most excited, however, to be home.
Noise takes such different forms, from music flooding your ears, sentences of jazz spelled out in tunes. But here, the noise is always welcome, a raw, if raspy, ruido of living.
