It's a strange thing to live in a house you don't own but are buying, on a lot of land that isn't yours but are renting, and in a location that isn't yours because you don't work for "the" employer.
Sometimes, I feel myself in a kind of residence limbo.
Folks ask, "Where do you live?"
I say, "Sewanee."
They say, "Oh, what do you do at the college?"
How do I respond? Say, "I don't, but I live under its complete dominion of and at its will"?It is then that I feel a medieval shadow creep across me, and it is strange.
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