Living on Lenore
for almost two months now.
It's been a huge adjustment for me.
I used to always say "I'll never have roommates again, f that noise"
which of course wasn't true because I had a brief stint with a really nice girl in my old apartment before I moved
but this is different -this is a big, busy house with lots of traffic and action and emotions
which have mostly been emotions around things like
where did my favourite mug go?
am I hogging the kitchen too often?
why are there dishes left in the living room?
do I even have "alone time" anymore?
how long is the blanket fort staying up this time?
(This has been a bit of an adjustment, to say the least.)
Last night, after coming home from the gym and chatting with Alex
then hanging out with John and Les
I started making dinner in the kitchen by myself
listening to whatever came on my iTunes and puttering about while it cooked
and Les came back downstairs with a bowl of soup for me
for no reason
which was so sweet and thoughtful and made me feel really wonderful
and I realized that I'm finally starting to settle the fuck down about things
because living in a place that pushes my boundaries and
-for a while at least-
puts me out of my comfort zone of "My Apartment With Just My Things My Way"
is proving to be such a great experience, and a wonderful opportunity to grow.
Here's to my first winter on Lenore -hopefully the first of many.