So much for sleep. Perhaps i should write about something personal and meaningful now. Yes, let’s. Hmm… I am turning into a different person in our apartment. Even in the house that i moved into Senior year i didn’t have the sort of reverance and possessiveness that comes with living somewhere where i pay the rent. I obsessively wash all of my dishes, i arrange the shower curtain, and i sit comfortable in the nook of my bottom bunk. Maybe it’s the wood floors, or the way sounds bleed in from all the walls. Sitting in my bed i could here the footsteps of the people in the apartment above ours, doors closing and opening in the hall, children laughing out in the street … and where in any other house that would annoy me to death, here it just adds to the atmosphere. I sat at my computer and drank tea from my favourite mug (not sure when i picked a favourite…) and then idly practiced fingerstyle guitar.
I’ve had my own room, my own floor in a small row-home, and a shared dorm room, but this is totally new and different. There’s no mother, no RA, no drunks to share my bathroom with.
This is home.