I haven't been home in two weeks. I don't know whether to feel bad, lonely, nostalgic, relieved about that because I don't. I don't know if thats a bad or good thing as well. Between the two weeks from then and now I have been trying to adjust myself. If I don't count the weather, things have been going well so far.
Everyday so far has been like an adventure because I go out and don't know if I will ever return home. I blame that on my sense of direction and wonder if I will ever take the wrong bus. The great things about buses here though are the drivers are nice, CSUF students get to ride for free with the swipe of our ID cards (believe it!), and at every bus stop I've sat at so far, people are so friendly I ended up making new acquaintances no matter how big the age gap. That makes me feel like I can do this. I try to get back early because being lost when the sun goes down, which it unfortunately goes down early here, does not seem like a fun idea.
So I come home and wait for the roommates to entertain. Just the other night someone brought Budlight and when my roommate returned from a live taping of America's Best Dance Crew around 12am we talked and watched the Olympics. Her boy friend was here, who looks older than he does, and when I told him he gave a strange look. I don't know if I should have taken it as a good or bad thing. But at least he knows. After awhile some other people came by and we all played King's Cup. The seven of us sat in a circle and picked cards that surrounded a cup. We acted out the suites and if we failed we took a sip of Budlight or if we got a King poured our drink into the center cup, but in my case I took the water bottle. I know it is like "what's the point of playing then?" But it was actually pretty funny because someone told me "Take it easy now!" That honestly was the funniest thing of the morning. Everyone was getting tired because everyone was running on no sleep which was pretty sad. So around three A.M. people started to drop like flies.
Recently I visited the local library and almost got lost on my way. I would not say lost because I was right next to the campus but still, if someone does not make it to their destination would that be considered lost? I think so. Trisha has suggested I read some books. One of them I just finished which was really good. The perks of being a wallflower. It was really good because at times I felt like sobbing, sleeping, and even felt nostalgic like the characters in the book. I don't know if thats normal but whatever.
I took the day off today and decided to just stay inside because I was getting tired of either walking every day or taking my bike down these steps since I live upstairs. It's always a struggle bringing it up and down. Like the times when we try to use this cheap can opener I bought from Biglots. I learned not all can openers are created equally because every time we use the one I bought it's like we're having a fight. A fight I can barely win. As a matter of fact, I almost lost yesterday because I only got the lid half way open. That was such a disappointment to me.
There are also a lot of fast food joints here. Some I have never heard of! Like Chick-Fil-A or Del Taco. Just the other day I went to a high class version of Panda Express, Pick Up Stix and I swear to God, they had the best steamed dumplings I ever tasted! It was just the mixture of the wonton wrapper and pork dipped into soy sauce which just made it taste great. I hope that won't be the last time I ever have that. I was also talking to someone from back home and they suggested what to get and what not to get. But people here tell me other wise so I guess I'll just have to try it for myself.
It seems like everyone I talked to either from here or from home has gotten their things together. I'd like to think I am one of those people. But I sometimes feel like I am not. I hope that those who haven't eventually do because I don't want them to miss out on things. I don't want them to not have this experience of getting older, even though they dont want to.
College starts next week.