help yourself to the happy
Upon reveille this morning, my dear computadora had three screens up:
The Catholic Encyclopedia entry for St. Genevieve
A Google search for how long it takes to become a Massachusetts resident
And the dictionary.com page for vestibule.
I don't know how possible it is to explain my situation right now. I am so happy. In such a new way. I truly, deeply, madly love my living situation. My roommates, my room, the location. The minutest details.
I love being up high (a definite Clubhouse feeling).
I love the shape and flow of traffic of the apartment.
I like the evolution of my room.
The constant stream of people.
The sound of our neighbors.
Rooftop run-ins with new friends.
The construction workers yelling obscenities every morning.
I love waking up to the smell of cinnamon chips as Rachel bustles around the kitchen. And she doesn't even live here.
Washing and Drying Unions with Brendan.
Grocery shopping.
List making.
Louisa's constant improvements upon decor.
Having On Demand.
Evenings watching Project Runway with new neighbors and saving episodes of Weeds.
I like the constant drama of interpersonal relationships, twisted as that may sound.
Learning about an individual person and thereby people in general.
Being Centrally located.
So close to everything we need.
Crossing the Charles every day.
Having more overnight guests in my bed than nights alone.
Dres visiting.
Returning to the Esplanade to ponder where I'm from and where I'm going but not for one second taking for granted this glorious glorious place that I am.
Melding.
Drunk dials to the best friends I can reach and having them be just as drunk and oh so happy.
The promise of a job.
Pot lucks.
Sisterhood.
New students with new energies.
Having my room by night so dark and comfortable for chill heads.
Falling asleep surrounded by friends.
Unlocked doors. Slanted floors.
One bathroom.
MarioKart.
Sharing. Caring.
Having my room so bright in the mornings.
Unintentional parties and the constant failure to keep numbers down.
The past few weeks.
The next few weeks.
Right now.
The Catholic Encyclopedia entry for St. Genevieve
A Google search for how long it takes to become a Massachusetts resident
And the dictionary.com page for vestibule.
I don't know how possible it is to explain my situation right now. I am so happy. In such a new way. I truly, deeply, madly love my living situation. My roommates, my room, the location. The minutest details.
I love being up high (a definite Clubhouse feeling).
I love the shape and flow of traffic of the apartment.
I like the evolution of my room.
The constant stream of people.
The sound of our neighbors.
Rooftop run-ins with new friends.
The construction workers yelling obscenities every morning.
I love waking up to the smell of cinnamon chips as Rachel bustles around the kitchen. And she doesn't even live here.
Washing and Drying Unions with Brendan.
Grocery shopping.
List making.
Louisa's constant improvements upon decor.
Having On Demand.
Evenings watching Project Runway with new neighbors and saving episodes of Weeds.
I like the constant drama of interpersonal relationships, twisted as that may sound.
Learning about an individual person and thereby people in general.
Being Centrally located.
So close to everything we need.
Crossing the Charles every day.
Having more overnight guests in my bed than nights alone.
Dres visiting.
Returning to the Esplanade to ponder where I'm from and where I'm going but not for one second taking for granted this glorious glorious place that I am.
Melding.
Drunk dials to the best friends I can reach and having them be just as drunk and oh so happy.
The promise of a job.
Pot lucks.
Sisterhood.
New students with new energies.
Having my room by night so dark and comfortable for chill heads.
Falling asleep surrounded by friends.
Unlocked doors. Slanted floors.
One bathroom.
MarioKart.
Sharing. Caring.
Having my room so bright in the mornings.
Unintentional parties and the constant failure to keep numbers down.
The past few weeks.
The next few weeks.
Right now.