When I was a kid I’d imagine what it was like to live at the mall. It was always awesome. Now I’m not a kid and I’m not imagining anything, I’ve literally been living on campus for a little over a week.
I sold my house ten days ago and found myself with 2 weeks of limbo before I moved in elsewhere. I tried the couch surfing thing for a couple nights but it was inconvenient having to plan around other people’s lives. I tried living with my parents for a few days but it was inconvenient having to drive the 1.5 hour commute in from their town. I tried staying at the bath house one night but it was loud and I kept getting fucked. I settled on living on campus.
It’s really a pretty ideal set up. My filing cabinet has become somwhat of a dresser, I have some toiletries and few changes of clothes, I have a sleeping bag, and I have a couple pillows stashed away. I unfurl my bed every evening and tuck it all away back my filing cabinet every morning. My office has a spare 5ft (albeit uncomfortable) desk that has become my pseudo bed at night. The department lounge recently got a Keurig so I have coffee in the morning and the campus has plenty of (terrible) food options to eat. I’ve been showering in the locker rooms at the gym. There’s pretty much everything a person needs to survive here.
I’ve got one more night of this and then I’m back to being housed.