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I promise to write more. :)
So I'm all moved into my new apartment. I'm supposed to have 3 roommates, but so far, I have none. (Yaaaaay!!!) There's a decent sized kitchen with plenty of cabinet space. It's honestly not much smaller than my home kitchen. I splurged on nice cookware. There's all new leather furniture, a really high full size bed (Zoe's bedroom is underneath), and a NICE bathroom. Yay! It's on First and Curtis, so I take the bus to campus. It's not so bad. It's a different world from campus, one that I'm much more used to. Quiet. Corn fields. Surrounded by really quiet, polite people. Eh, they're all probably really rich and snobby... I feel spoiled and rich here, but honestly, I'm poor, and I'm paying $370 a month. It's cheaper than the really tiny crappy apartments on campus. No matter how you look at it, I win. I've been working a ton, and I'll be involved in activities, but it still feels kinda lonely. I'm really thankful for Zoe - having a dog makes it feel so much more like home, and I feel that much less lonely. I kinda wish I had some roommates, but I kinda think that having 3 roommates would make this place too small. One would be really nice, two would be OK.
Last nice Tasos and I got in a fight. Well, let's say, I got in a fight with him. He doesn't fight with me. He just listens to me get mad, then he says something halfway angry then he's just silent about it. He's pretty confrontational with his brothers, somewhat with his mom, but not with me. Then I felt bad and apologized, and everything should be fine now. But I still feel really horrible. I know I lost my temper (over something really stupid) because I've been so stressed out. Also, because he's an officer of a group that I'd really like to be an officer of, but didn't have the balls to run for a position. And of course, it's an adjustment not living "together" anymore. We're not a floor apart, we're 3 miles apart. Which isn't that bad, but this is campus. When you have a thousand people within a block, 3 miles is a considerable distance. I know this is all for the better, I've already seen the positives of not living in the same building, both in our relationship and in others. But it's a slightly rocky adjustment. I guess I still feel bad because we haven't had the opportunity to really have a conversation to really apologize and patch things up. I know arguments are healthy, and really bad fights are just inevitable sometimes... We've never had a really bad fight, but this just feels like one.
Hm.
I really need to go shower.
So I'm all moved into my new apartment. I'm supposed to have 3 roommates, but so far, I have none. (Yaaaaay!!!) There's a decent sized kitchen with plenty of cabinet space. It's honestly not much smaller than my home kitchen. I splurged on nice cookware. There's all new leather furniture, a really high full size bed (Zoe's bedroom is underneath), and a NICE bathroom. Yay! It's on First and Curtis, so I take the bus to campus. It's not so bad. It's a different world from campus, one that I'm much more used to. Quiet. Corn fields. Surrounded by really quiet, polite people. Eh, they're all probably really rich and snobby... I feel spoiled and rich here, but honestly, I'm poor, and I'm paying $370 a month. It's cheaper than the really tiny crappy apartments on campus. No matter how you look at it, I win. I've been working a ton, and I'll be involved in activities, but it still feels kinda lonely. I'm really thankful for Zoe - having a dog makes it feel so much more like home, and I feel that much less lonely. I kinda wish I had some roommates, but I kinda think that having 3 roommates would make this place too small. One would be really nice, two would be OK.
Last nice Tasos and I got in a fight. Well, let's say, I got in a fight with him. He doesn't fight with me. He just listens to me get mad, then he says something halfway angry then he's just silent about it. He's pretty confrontational with his brothers, somewhat with his mom, but not with me. Then I felt bad and apologized, and everything should be fine now. But I still feel really horrible. I know I lost my temper (over something really stupid) because I've been so stressed out. Also, because he's an officer of a group that I'd really like to be an officer of, but didn't have the balls to run for a position. And of course, it's an adjustment not living "together" anymore. We're not a floor apart, we're 3 miles apart. Which isn't that bad, but this is campus. When you have a thousand people within a block, 3 miles is a considerable distance. I know this is all for the better, I've already seen the positives of not living in the same building, both in our relationship and in others. But it's a slightly rocky adjustment. I guess I still feel bad because we haven't had the opportunity to really have a conversation to really apologize and patch things up. I know arguments are healthy, and really bad fights are just inevitable sometimes... We've never had a really bad fight, but this just feels like one.
Hm.
I really need to go shower.