koleeta

it's good already but gets a little better at 2:30.

hattip: notcot

sometimes I miss my college housemates. well no, I miss them a lot but what I mean is I miss living with them. I miss living with friends. Not that I don't love my current roommates. well, roommate, the other one... not so much. We are friends, we talk about everything and I feel so very comfortable with her but we have different schedules, we have our own lives and our own friends. It's nothing like when everyone was living in The House on San Juan in San Francisco.

I guess I miss the camaraderie. Maybe it's because I grew up in a house that was never empty but I really enjoy having a full house. And while I do like being home alone, sometimes I miss waking up in the morning and walking into the kitchen or living room and just hanging out at home with friends because they were already there. I miss weekends where you are sitting around the house and decide you don't want to be sitting around the house anymore and you just go out to Golden Gate park, or to Upper Haight and walk around, or sunbathe on the roof or backyard, or decide to go to the movies. I know I'd get tired of always being surrounded by people at some point but I don't think I was ready for those days to end when they did.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I've grown up. I don't want to live in a frat house or anything. I don't really know what my point is. I guess I just miss being a part of a family. Not a family I am born into but one that I actually get to choose. I miss the days of unplanned adventures. Sometimes I don't want to make an effort to not be alone, I want it to just happen.