So you live in a house...

So this year I moved out of the dorms and into a 2-story, 4 bed, 2 bath house that was built in the early 1900's. It's about a 10 minute walk from campus and is located right down the street from a homeless shelter and a medical marijuana dispensary. Convenient, no?

All things considered it's been a pretty sweet deal. There are 4 other girls living in the house but we'll be adding a 5th next year. I currently share the master bedroom with my roommate, but hopefully I will have a single room my senior year. We have a HUGE backyard with fig, lemon, apple, and pomelo trees, and a fairly large basement with a washer & dryer. The neighbors have 4 chickens, 1 pig, and 2 dogs who frequent our yard by passing through a small hole in the fence. It's worth it though when I'm making an omelet using the freshest eggs available.

The neighbors are great. Really friendly and funny. Sometimes this one guy plays ukulele on the roof, which is cool except when it's like 11 at night.

It's weird living in 2 houses at once. It makes me think of a scene from Garden State:

You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out. It just sort of happens one day, one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I don't know maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start. It's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.