Brihannala as: Graduate Student

Ok, time to resurrect this blog from the dead. The problem has not so much been the lack of time to write, as much as the feeling that I am finally back where my readers are, and consequentially, what I have to say seems umpteen times more mundane.

So, here I am: Master’s student in Environmental Planning and Policy at School of Natural Resources and Environment at the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, MI. Lets try that hat on and see how it fits. Comfy, yes, but distinctly lacking in brightly colored feathers.

Got to Michigan in late August. Moved into a truly lovely little house ten biking minutes away from campus. Decorated it with brightly colored clothes from India and Sri Lanka. Put out Tibetan prayer flags on the porch. My wonderful housemate Michelle had dumpstered a house load of furniture, so there were no worries about finding sofas or end tables. Met Jesse and Wes my two boy housemates—both conservation biologists, otherwise immensely different. Except they both like clean kitchens. I’m cool with that.

So, for the first time in basically forever, I got to sit down on my front porch with a beer and sit in the sun. Really, for those first weeks, all was right in the world.

Got bused up to northern Michigan with everyone in my program (60 people in my year, I think) to be oriented. When we got there people poured out of the buses and almost directly into the lake. So, my introduction to my new peers was in my housemate’s bikini lying on a dock in the sun. And stealing the caretaker’s sailboat with a landscape architect. And making campfires by the beach. I think some orienting happened in there too, but mostly the bright sunlight faded that out. Lucky to start out with three friends (aka housemates), I felt all social and happy. And so happy to be in a place free from Indian or Indonesian cultural values. Free free free free.

Then back to the perfect little light blue house on the cul-de-sac. For my birthday and to meet all those people we had introduced-ourselves-to at orientation, we had a potluck that mushroomed into a party— the sailor landscape architect even made me a birthday cake. It said “Happy Bria Day”. Much happiness. Lots of beer- both on back and front porches.

Sounds perfect, eh? And such it was. After so much time on the road, it was amazing to finally be stable and to be able to connect to discover a community. I went to the local Salvation Army and got a $7 bicycle which was perfect except its back wheel had been smashed in. Went out with a new orientation friends to search out bike parts, and rebuilt it. Lovely shiny black Schwinn. It was great to be able to really unpack and to know that I would not have to repack any time soon.

And even the routine of classes was nice. I’m taking four classes—ecology, governance, socio-cultural issues in urban planning, and a field course with the International Forestry Resource and Institutions Program. Two are required and are with every other first year in the program. The other two are tiny, and interesting. (These classes take up most of my time and are really of interest only to me and my mother—which is the reason that I have not been posting.)

As the winter has come on and the amount of my time on my porch has decreased, my satisfaction with staying in the same place has diminished. The stir-crazy feeling that I was afraid of when I came here has become more and more real. Part of it is Ann Arbor- it is a nice town, but it lacks the interest of a city, the beauty of Madison, any freedom of nature. It’s a rich place, which was not something I expected. There are bars and clubs, but I have yet to really find the alternative holes in the wall (think ABC in Ithaca, Botanica in NYC) that I can call home and where I relax with friends. Ann Arbor can feel like a glorified suburb. I keep on thinking there are things out there I have yet to discover, and I know its true, but I feel like I have been looking, and I have yet to really find them.

One interesting source of community has been based around Kate, my new bicycle. After getting my shiny Schwinn I set my mind on getting a fixed gear bike- a bike with no gears and no freewheel. The bikes are based on track bikes—racing bikes. They do not need brakes-- you can slow down by slowing your pedaling—but Kate has them. I got the bike through craig’s list postings, and a guy brought her in from Canada. She is a converted Bianchi, champagne colored. 48:15. I’ll put up a picture. Anyhow, having Kate means that I have somehow found myself welcome in this oddly exclusive group of fixed-gear riders. The bike mechanic gave me 2 hours of free repair cause he rides fixed, and hey, I’m “part of the mob now” (to quote him). Well, I have been looking for a mob to join. Anyhow, Kate is fast and as close to sexy as welded metal can get. And that’s pretty hot.

Amusingly, people consider me obsessed with bikes. Perhaps I am. Or perhaps there is not much else to be obsessed about here in suburbialand.

So, that’s where life is now. I live in a beautiful little blue house with Tibetan prayer flags blowing in the snow. I have the stability I craved, and friends to share it with. I have hot baths. I have an amazing bicycle. I am stir crazy. I suppose I feel normal, which is not a way I like to feel. But life is good, and I’m beyond blessed to be here.