Day 17
Let me give you a picture of my morning life here:
It's 11 o'clock and I've been awake here for a while, but my feet haven't yet touched the ground. What's fantastic about having 30 brilliant people with nothing to do, is that every day is filled with a list of 'things we could do' not things we have to...so there's a lot of eating, a lot of walking to meet each other, and more than a fair share of talking for hours into the night. Even when we get home at a reasonable hour, we often talk (or in the case of last night, hang laundry and wander around) for a few hours before going to bed.
This morning, Danielle is in the next room. It seems like nearly half of the mornings, we wake up with an extra roommate. Again, very few people actually have somewhere to be, but that will all change soon. So, we're siezing the moment to have sleepover after sleepover. It's also an opportunity to not get sick of your roommates (who are great).
But in the mornings, the gauzy curtains billow romantically in the wind between peach-colored curtains hung ceiling to floor. It looks like a movie, or a book, and it's quiet in the morning but for a few city sounds. All the windows are always open in our humble little cliffside abode, to fix the lack of air conditioning. The past week has been less breezy, and consequently, unfairly hot. The open windows bring a thin layer of dust to the whole house, erasing your work from yesterday's cleanings, and eventually you give up and live a dusty desert existence.
There's a lot of book-reading going on these days. Both my roommates are outpacing me... but then again, they aren't writing about what we do or think. I'm mostly writing to you, mom, because I doubt many other people are reading. And I'm writing to future me. :)
It's 11 o'clock and I've been awake here for a while, but my feet haven't yet touched the ground. What's fantastic about having 30 brilliant people with nothing to do, is that every day is filled with a list of 'things we could do' not things we have to...so there's a lot of eating, a lot of walking to meet each other, and more than a fair share of talking for hours into the night. Even when we get home at a reasonable hour, we often talk (or in the case of last night, hang laundry and wander around) for a few hours before going to bed.
This morning, Danielle is in the next room. It seems like nearly half of the mornings, we wake up with an extra roommate. Again, very few people actually have somewhere to be, but that will all change soon. So, we're siezing the moment to have sleepover after sleepover. It's also an opportunity to not get sick of your roommates (who are great).
But in the mornings, the gauzy curtains billow romantically in the wind between peach-colored curtains hung ceiling to floor. It looks like a movie, or a book, and it's quiet in the morning but for a few city sounds. All the windows are always open in our humble little cliffside abode, to fix the lack of air conditioning. The past week has been less breezy, and consequently, unfairly hot. The open windows bring a thin layer of dust to the whole house, erasing your work from yesterday's cleanings, and eventually you give up and live a dusty desert existence.
There's a lot of book-reading going on these days. Both my roommates are outpacing me... but then again, they aren't writing about what we do or think. I'm mostly writing to you, mom, because I doubt many other people are reading. And I'm writing to future me. :)