winning, losing, loving.
I feel like I can't say much. Only because it all seems a little too natural to blog about... but I will say that I am in love with my apartment. I love the freedom. I love waking up at 3:30 in the morning and drinking a chai on my patio. I love my roommate. We are going through, what I assume, all best friends who move-in together go through. I feel like it's more me being nit-picky and easily aggitated than a mutual feeling. Although I could be wrong. Aaron, you will be happy to know that you were right! I am loving our zig-zag work schedules. But all minor complications aside, I love the company of Jen when I come home from work late, playing super-smash alllll night long, and, what seems like an endless suply of everlasting peace. It is like serenity is poured through the walls of my apartment. It kind of seeps through the vents and forces us to breathe it in. We both know it's there. And we kind of just smile at eachother; as we thrive off of one another's positive aura. And of course... take a hit out of the tripple-blown bubbler sitting on our favorite purchase- our first purchase for our apartment, a purchase made long before any of this moving business was even starting to solidify... a unique coffee table, purchased at an antique store on university and country club. We have to smile. It's a mild obligation that we don't mind abiding to. Jen's smile kind of fades. I most-likely just beat her at super-smash for the 4th time tonight.