Recently I’ve been spending my time mostly alone or talking to very few people who I keep near to me. What has this turned into? Me realizing that for the most part, I don’t like the people I live with. One of my closest friends lives on the 3rd floor and I’ll often spend time up there just because and now it has become much more routine. We practically spent the weekend together with people from the 3rd floor. Starting off with a fun late night in a chill, dim lit room, enjoying pizza, Disney movies, The Beatles, and the wonders of our natural world.
Then Saturday night we had gone out and had good, wholesome fun. I enjoy the close, family-like nature of the 3rd floor which I simply do not have on the 2nd floor. It’s truly a different world 3 floors up and I’m extremely grateful to have found my happy place in my residence hall.