entry 1 || in which i go to great lengths to start a blog
Dear Internet,
I am writing this from deserted lobby of my apartments office. Why? Because for the past four days I have had no internet in my new apartment and I've been at the mercy of my sketchy mobile carrier. Let's just say, I've come to appreciate the technology no longer accessible to me. For example, two days ago I forgot the ratio of water to oats for oatmeal (I know, it's basic) but it took me five minutes to load that information on my phone and another twenty-five minutes to prepare it. (Dude, electric stoves are weird, like you can't see the flames and gauge the heat level?!) At least it was damn good oatmeal.
I wish I could say that no internet has been the hardest thing, and while it definitely adds to the difficulty of communication, I'd have to say that loneliness has been sort of high on the list of things I'm adjusting too and learning to deal with. I'm realizing as I write this that I sound like I'm complaining, and I promise I'll stop. In just a minute. Here's the deal. I have three roommates, and in the past four days that I've been living with them I've probably had a total of 10-12 minutes of verbal interaction with them. I'm pretty sure that one of my room-mates, let's call her... Alice... doesn't really like me, and I'm not 100% sure why. Maybe she thinks I'm pretentious...? (It's a long story, so I won't bore my total of 0 readers with it now.) Room-mate 2, let's call her Britney, seems pretty friendly, but she's gone most of the day, and room-mate 3, again with the pseudonyms, Riley, is pretty quiet. I think she thinks I'm weird. Maybe she's just shy and I'm overthinking the whole thing. I probably am. Not that it would bother me that much if none of them liked me, I've learned how to deal with that, but it would be nice to have a friend.
That's the worst and best part about moving away from home. Nobody knows you.
xoxo
Lizzy
I am writing this from deserted lobby of my apartments office. Why? Because for the past four days I have had no internet in my new apartment and I've been at the mercy of my sketchy mobile carrier. Let's just say, I've come to appreciate the technology no longer accessible to me. For example, two days ago I forgot the ratio of water to oats for oatmeal (I know, it's basic) but it took me five minutes to load that information on my phone and another twenty-five minutes to prepare it. (Dude, electric stoves are weird, like you can't see the flames and gauge the heat level?!) At least it was damn good oatmeal.
I wish I could say that no internet has been the hardest thing, and while it definitely adds to the difficulty of communication, I'd have to say that loneliness has been sort of high on the list of things I'm adjusting too and learning to deal with. I'm realizing as I write this that I sound like I'm complaining, and I promise I'll stop. In just a minute. Here's the deal. I have three roommates, and in the past four days that I've been living with them I've probably had a total of 10-12 minutes of verbal interaction with them. I'm pretty sure that one of my room-mates, let's call her... Alice... doesn't really like me, and I'm not 100% sure why. Maybe she thinks I'm pretentious...? (It's a long story, so I won't bore my total of 0 readers with it now.) Room-mate 2, let's call her Britney, seems pretty friendly, but she's gone most of the day, and room-mate 3, again with the pseudonyms, Riley, is pretty quiet. I think she thinks I'm weird. Maybe she's just shy and I'm overthinking the whole thing. I probably am. Not that it would bother me that much if none of them liked me, I've learned how to deal with that, but it would be nice to have a friend.
That's the worst and best part about moving away from home. Nobody knows you.
xoxo
Lizzy
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