I am currently sitting in the living room at Phil and Virginia's, reading an old copy of Custom PC and listening to Phil play the guitar* upstairs. Occasionally sounds of conversation between the two of them, as Virginia dyes her hair, filter down the stairs. It is making me very happy.
I remember living in a flat in Stirling which I co-owned with my friend Saint. It had four bedrooms, of which we had one each and rented two out. The four of us, plus occasional partners, plus visitors, meant that there was always something going on, whether it was roleplaying in the kitchen, a Soul Calibur tournament on the Dreamcast, a Babylon 5 marathon, or just people chatting. I loved it to bits.
Don't get me wrong, living as a couple has its benefits. But I have always missed that feeling of having a tiny shared community. I would love to have a bunch of homes close to each other, but I suspect that making that work with modern city living is nigh impossible without a millionaire sponsor who can buy a bunch of them up at once.
*Some kind of guitar-shaped device. Could be a bass. I don't claim to understand music.
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