After rooming with a friend for four days where I was living out of a cardboard box, I finally made the transition into my new house. It’s a wonderful house for four, but five of us will be rooming here at a discounted rate. Thank you frugality, you have saved the day again.
At the moment my entire being is energized at the thought of living in this house for the next year (I will be occupying this house from now until graduation of May next year #occupy44thstreet). I have unpacked in the kitchen, made my first grocery shop, and am currently in the process of compiling of a list of every item that I would like to make this house absolutely boss.
It’s incredible living the areas outside of Butler’s student housing but still within the Bubble. An entire community exists here of upperclassmen, all confident in the ways of the university life, and beginning to dabble in the existence beyond the university. We’re living in houses now, thinking about post-laurel jobs (or for those who relish studies and loans, grad school), and flexing out cooking muscles. Just the other day I cooked an italian feast with my roommate, who has promised to clue me into the secrets of chinese cooking. I’m giddy at the thought.