A remedy to my current situation would be digging my hands into mud. It's a tactile sensation, and I'm itching for something that feels. Not in the metaphorical, pretentious kind of way; I genuinely just want to cling to stuff between my fingers. I think that makes sense? Maybe? Here I am again clumsily pasting pieces of definitions together like it'll somehow make perfect sense to you. I recently moved into my first solo apartment, returning to the province where I spent my undergrad years. I developed a warm connection here long before school, growing up eagerly anticipating family trips...