2005-09-27
The results
I have to move out of residency. It’s a long story, but mostly, it’s good for me. I’m not being kicked out or anything (yet) but I just can’t live here. My room-mates are children. Almost with a capital “C”. My weekends consist of negotiating my way around 30 people parties; about fifty percent of them are highschool (!) students from the two-horse town my room-mates are from. I don’t know what’s more fun than drunk strangers - oh, wait, I do! Underage, obnoxious, immature drunk strangers drinking illegally. A lot.
So I’m pulling the crazy card and getting out without a tonne of fees. Some but not a lot. It IS seriously affecting the way I think, act and treat myself, however. I would have loved living here three, four years ago . I’m only 19 but I’ve been there and done that and have no inclination to spend my semesters - or my summers, for that matter - fucking around with my chance at life. I’m cool, I promise. I just can’t let myself live in this environment anymore. I’ll slip one day and I’d rather not give myself that chance.
So I retreated to somewhere safe if a little lame this weekend. I love my ‘family’. They do everything short of call me daughter, and that’s even offered upon occasion. I just.. I am so thankful that these people care about me! They set the table and have flowers or fall leaves and it’s clean and people don’t throw things. It’s just.. They LIKE each other. They talk. They talk to me! It’s my favorite place in the whole entire world. In the morning, I skipped my church, and attended a CRC. It was such a strange experience. There were real wooden pews and they sang out of a hymn book older than me; I was so nervous until I realized I knew about seven of the 35 people there. It’s a slow, meandering church, and the pastor is rather monotone, but I believe God is working there - albeit in a slow, meandering way particularly reserved for the Dutch Reformed Church.
How to tell my scary room-mates I’m leaving.....?
suzza at 8:16 a.m.