Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Dorm Life is Feeling Hotel'ish

I woke up at 6:45 in the a.m. (as a result of going to sleep HELLA early the previous night). Since I had more than a few hours of sleep, heck-more sleep than I usually ever get-I decided to bury my nose in a book I had fallen asleep reading the previous night. No, I'm not reading Nigger. I had finished that about 2 weeks ago, but hadn't started reading anything else-so there was no picture update. I definitely need to do a post about that book though, and I recommend it to EVERYONE. I'll probably type the excerpt on the back of the book and just give ya'll other lil' tidbits-its a MUST read.

Anywho, this morning I finished reading The Interruption of Everything by Terry McMillan. The ending felt a little iffy to me because I had wanted a different outcome for the main character, but it was a good real overall. In short, it was about a woman who lived her life for her kids/husband, and realized this had to change if she wanted to be happy. A lot of other things occurred beyond that, but you'd have to read the book. Duh.

Moving forward, it's around 9a.m. now, and I decided I wanted some cereal (I have not had any since school started), so I opt to go to our vending machine downstairs. Now backtrack a bit. I don't know why this thought seemed so awkward initially, but it was weird to think that I actually hadn't had any cereal since September. We all know breakfast is important (granted, I seldom eat it), but geesh-cereal is pretty frickin' basic. Yet, I haven't had it since I've been home.

So... on the walk to the vending machine, it occurs to me that I'm walking down to the main floor in pajamas (a long shirt, black leggings, and the typical bunny slippers-but mine are brown instead of pink and white) to pay $1.50 for 12oz. of milk. Then I get to thinking how much a rip off our dorm is, because they know college students run out of the simple mess or barely keep it in stock at all, so of course- they have it downstairs in a small amount, for the maximum price.

Back to what I was wearing while taking this walk-pajamas. Granted, our dorm has an 'apartment' feel to it. I still feel comfortable walking outside in pajamas and going down stairs to the main lobby. Then there are security guards at the front desk, and they feel a lot like the people who greet you when you walk into a hotel and buy a room. I don't know, not to mention the long hall ways, various doors, and bare essentials provided in each room. It's comparable to the likes of a cheap/basic hotel... the word doesn't seem fitting.

Of course, our kitchen has an oven, stove, fridge and cabinets. Our living room has the basic (but not comfortable) two couches and a table-along side the dining area (or extra space) that has a table and four chairs, and our rooms have a bed, a desk, and a drawer for clothes. I don't know. It just feels like I'm staying in a hotel for a lot longer than a person normally would. I don't think I'm explaining this well. The point? I believe the feel of my living arrangements is what's contributing to my homesickness.

Did I mention I've been homesick? Last year, I wasn't the least bit pressed to leave Philly. Now, I just want to be at home. The apartment's all set up like a real place, but the "hominess" of it is missing. The absence of home cooked meals wasn't as noticeable when I didn't have a full kitchen that barely gets used yet still carries bugs. Ugh Philadelphia! I have 5 roommates, and though I'm close with 2 of them- they aren't quite family. You know how it feels to walk into your house filled with loved ones. Well, maybe you don't. Should that be the case, let me be the first to tell you-it's wonderful.

I could have cut this blog short by just saying I'm homesick, huh?

I'm Homesick,

p.s. I forgot to mention the good side of this morning- I walked to the vending machines twice because the machine didn't accept my student ID which has diamond dollars (money) on it. I forgot this, because the other machines downstairs do. Anywho, I go back upstairs to get change, come downstairs, put in 50 cents, yet the machine read $1.50 So now I'm looking around trying to see if someone close by already put a dollar in and walked off or something. No one appears, and I'm left to thank the milk angels, because after all that rut- I only payed 50cents.


  1. I totally understand.
    what sucks is that they don't even have the little bottles of lotion that hotels give you...and the cables all wack...basically...

    ...yeah. I miss home too.

  2. Tellll me about it.

    *sigh* you just did.