Oh, Hamilton.

Despite the steel-mills, one way streets, school, paying out of my own pocket to live and the lacking of company I’d much like to be sharing, things are generally turning out quite well. When I tromped up the stairs to our new pad (directly across the street from the old one) I actually felt a great deal of rather unexpected excitement, yay, even giddiness.

I really love the new place. My room is pretty small, but with a little ingenuity I managed to make efficient use of space and get it set up very much to my liking. Our kitchen is wonderful; though we originally had enough utensils/pots/spatulas etc for 3 households of the same size, the extras are all packed away now and it’s basically in working order. It works as a living room, too, complete with a small sofa that we couldn’t fit upstairs. Turns out we barely even need the top floor, as all our day-to-day needs and adequate hangout space exist upon the main (though still upper) level.

But the top floor represents a great deal of potential. For those that don’t know, it’s slightly atticky and just one big long room. The ideal party/rec room.. and we even have a bar-fridge up there. The only slightly tricky part is that the stairwell is really too narrow to bring up, well, much of anything that’s wider than a person. Ian hit upon a brilliant solution, though. The plan now (we’ll just hope it’s ever realized) is to make it a sort of Oriental style lounge with low furniture. Maybe lots of cushions and pillows. Beaded curtains even? We don’t want to go so over the top it ends up looking like a harem, because then we’d need to find harem girls. If anyone has anything lying around that could maybe help furnish this little room, or a cheap (but good) old speaker set or tv, several friendly young adults might be interested in acquiring it.

One of the notably best parts of the living arrangement this year is that I actually want to be living with both of the other dudes living across the hall from me, which is a brilliant change from last year. We even have a happy shared phoneline, which is both fiscally excellent, but also good for the third year university student’s soul. It makes it seem like it’s a home, not just a house. *sniff. *tear. *wheeze. *vamoosh.

Also good for the soul is seeing lots of people after the long summer sojourn and finding that they often seem to vaguely like me or at least tolerate me, and I often seem to hold similar opinion of them. Thanks guys.

All my classes seem really good, most of them also seem like I’ll be able to pull out a high grade without too much difficulty. I’ll post some sort of round-up at a later occasion.

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