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Apr. 25th, 2004 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theatokosI booked tickets for the trip home. June 3rd through June 13th. Bringing the Adam with. Oddly, there's a chance his younger brother may be spending the summer there working on Tony Knowle's senatorial campaign. Benn knows A. Ver. Such a small world.
Went to a BBQ at Adam's new place last night. He moves in mid May. It's a nice place, great room mate and her friends are cool. The place has a back porch and yard with big ol' BBQ. There're hardwood floors and she's got a big happy dog. I'm so excited for him, and also jealous as fuck. I absolutely love my room where I am living right now, but beyond my bedroom door.... institutional living, I'm over it. I am missing the many beautiful spaces that I have lived in, with outfitted kitchens, engendering a greater sense of autonomy, responsibility, personality, and adulthood. I have at least 13 more months in this room. Possibly even longer. I've been pondering permanence vs transition in it's various permutations lately. Living in such transitional housing doesn't really help my efforts to feel more attached to community/town/geography that I live in these days.
I can only imagine how challenging this is to all of the 50 years olds who have sold their homes to be here. I need to quit whining and do my damn school werk. If I let myself wallow in this too much I will become ungrateful and forget that I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. There are plenty of people in the world who have nice places and jobs and money and still aren't doing what they love with the people they love.
Went to a BBQ at Adam's new place last night. He moves in mid May. It's a nice place, great room mate and her friends are cool. The place has a back porch and yard with big ol' BBQ. There're hardwood floors and she's got a big happy dog. I'm so excited for him, and also jealous as fuck. I absolutely love my room where I am living right now, but beyond my bedroom door.... institutional living, I'm over it. I am missing the many beautiful spaces that I have lived in, with outfitted kitchens, engendering a greater sense of autonomy, responsibility, personality, and adulthood. I have at least 13 more months in this room. Possibly even longer. I've been pondering permanence vs transition in it's various permutations lately. Living in such transitional housing doesn't really help my efforts to feel more attached to community/town/geography that I live in these days.
I can only imagine how challenging this is to all of the 50 years olds who have sold their homes to be here. I need to quit whining and do my damn school werk. If I let myself wallow in this too much I will become ungrateful and forget that I am doing exactly what I want to be doing. There are plenty of people in the world who have nice places and jobs and money and still aren't doing what they love with the people they love.