I had the other half of the not-quite-ripe-enough avocado on my sandwich, waiting for K. to come grab me so we could look at the apartment we already put a bid on even though I hadn’t even seen it. It’s big. Really big. Big enough. We could live there. A little farther from the park than I want, but I can’t always get all of those things. And I know a guy from the history department lives there too. Maybe the kids could get together. Who am I and how did I get here.