things that i did not expect to miss when i moved away

  • non-fluorescent lights: like seriously. everything here is fluorescent. i hate it. it's unnatural. i love when the sun comes up and it shines through our window just because it's nice and warm light instead of this disgusting white-yellow hybrid light.
  • actually hot water: it's never hot enough for me in the dorm bathrooms. i want to enter the shower a human being and leave a skeleton because the water has burned the flesh off my bones. (i might have some unrealistic expectations for water temperature…)
  • the option of family: this sounds weird, but let me explain: here, if i want to be social, i go outside to the common area, where the kids on my floor hang out. but none of them really know me, and i don't feel like i fit in very well. at home, if i wanted to get away from homework, i'd just go downstairs to the living room and sit with my family, people i really feel comfortable with. and i miss that option.
  • just good, home-cooked food: see, you'd think that when one moves away, one would have all the options for food that one wants. and that's true. there's a lot of options. but even when it's good cafeteria food, cafeteria food can only get so good. in the end, it's still just cafeteria food. my boyfriend came to visit me recently and brought me some food he made--creamy lemon chicken on pasta with parmesan cheese. i almost cried. it tasted so good.
  • (this list will be added to)

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