Another moving day. The fourth time in two years.

Dorm life, she has been warned, would be somewhat nomadic.

She had taken to heart administrative advice: pack light. Be ready, with less than a semester’s notice, to pack everything you own into a bin not much larger than a shopping cart and wheel it clear across campus if need be.

During freshman year she had changed rooms three times, from a triple in Boston to a hotel room in Greece; and back to a campus high-rise for a few weeks that summer. Sophomore year she had stayed put: living her best life in a fifth-floor studio with two roommates, their own kitchen, and a balcony (big enough for a flower box) overlooking the campus.

She loved that place.

Not that she didn’t gush about the next move: to an upper-class dorm suite that would rival any upper-class neighborhood’s three-bedroom apartments. And looking at the photos she sent on moving day, I........

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