Its Saturday morning. Its rainy and windy. The campus is empty. They house is dark. Theres music playing. Roommates laughing. Each others clothes all over the place. Pieces of wardrobe from each of our three closets on all of us. My shirt here, her scarf there, her shoes, her hat, my jacket. Feels good. Feels comfortable. Feels like a home.
Feels like I finally found my place here, I'm happy with my roommates, we get closer everyday. I've grown up alot since I've been here. I can take care of myself, I can clean my place without being told, I can get my shit done.
We're spending the day in Berkeley, gonna be goooood.
They said it would be ok, and it is.
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