Home (kinda)
Day 4 of my writing streak
I ran into another student earlier this year and we found out we were traveling to the same conference in Texas. She insisted that we book a flight together. We have an early morning flight tomorrow so I opted to stay the night at her place. She has FOUR other roommates in a two bedroom apartment. So five people live there total. Everyone subleases from one main person who is on the lease.
She showed me her room. Three small twin beds lined up next to each other in a room, no bed frame, two small desks that don’t even have room for a second monitor. They don’t have a TV in the living room, they have two couches. They have a folding table to put stuff on. That’s about it.
And yet they seem so happy. There’s a sense of community between all of her roommates. They cook together, they share food, they communicate well. As I type this and people come into the common room they all ask me if I need anything, if I am comfortable.
They’re all international students from India. They seem like they make it work and they quite like each other. I wish sometimes I had this sense of community with the people I lived with. They have a strong sense of culture too.
My friend I am traveling with prays every morning. Maybe I’ll ask her about it tomorrow.
Every time I travel I get so hectic as the flight draws near. There’s always some last minute craziness I am trying to deal with. I feel so calm and at peace for what feels like the first time in a while…
It’s hard to write that. I know my boyfriend reads these sometimes. It’s not to hurt his feelings, I just struggle with intimacy with the opposite gender. There’s just a lot of trauma I am working through.
Glad I didn’t miss today. I almost did.