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I've been in suburban exile for seven months now, and finally I'm making my escape!
In about a week I'll be moving to a cute little house in Seattle's university district. The house has a garden, a black kitty, a purple door, and a green painted room to call my own. I'll live there for three months before moving -again! My next move will be about nine blocks away, in a house provided through my new job.
Starting in September I will be working at a homeless shelter through AmeriCorps / a Quaker internship program. I'll be living with six other interns in the house, doing that hippie communal living thing. We're given bus passes, a shared food budget, a private room, a tiny stipend, and basic health care. And a full-time job, of course. I'm stoked.
Mostly I'm excited about living the way that I want to live, again. My parents have a lifestyle drastically different than anything I'd ever want for myself: a house with multiple spaces/rooms that go unused, residing 15 minutes from town, eating primarily processed food with astronomical sodium contents and nothing green in sight. The television is on all of the time.
Call me a hippie, but I can't wait for a greener, healthier life. Eating quinoa and fresh vegetables and fruit daily, walking, biking, or busing to any and everything I could possibly need, growing some of my own food, hanging my clothes in the sun to dry, meeting friends for game nights and potlucks and coffee, and just generally simplifying my life.
Yeah, I am a hippie. But I'll be a happy, independent hippie. Soon.
In about a week I'll be moving to a cute little house in Seattle's university district. The house has a garden, a black kitty, a purple door, and a green painted room to call my own. I'll live there for three months before moving -again! My next move will be about nine blocks away, in a house provided through my new job.
Starting in September I will be working at a homeless shelter through AmeriCorps / a Quaker internship program. I'll be living with six other interns in the house, doing that hippie communal living thing. We're given bus passes, a shared food budget, a private room, a tiny stipend, and basic health care. And a full-time job, of course. I'm stoked.
Mostly I'm excited about living the way that I want to live, again. My parents have a lifestyle drastically different than anything I'd ever want for myself: a house with multiple spaces/rooms that go unused, residing 15 minutes from town, eating primarily processed food with astronomical sodium contents and nothing green in sight. The television is on all of the time.
Call me a hippie, but I can't wait for a greener, healthier life. Eating quinoa and fresh vegetables and fruit daily, walking, biking, or busing to any and everything I could possibly need, growing some of my own food, hanging my clothes in the sun to dry, meeting friends for game nights and potlucks and coffee, and just generally simplifying my life.
Yeah, I am a hippie. But I'll be a happy, independent hippie. Soon.