During winter break, Britney took me to look at flats in San Myshuno. It felt like spring, and we didn’t even need jackets.
Through the yoga community that runs YOTO, some people open up their homes to YOTO grads when they go to college. That’s how we came to find out about the flats.
I liked the apartments. They all sort of looked the same after a while. Couples lived in some, and young families lived in others. The one I liked best had a musician living in it. It was a big loft in the art district, which is a short walk to the university. The woman living there is a violinist with the San Myshuno Symphony Orchestra. She’s only about four years older than me, actually, which is kind of neat.
“Wasn’t that place beautiful?” Britney said. “Much better than staying in the dorms, right?”
I don’t know. I was kind of thinking that the dorms might be easier. But Aadhya feels like it works out better for YOTO kids to live in homes after we graduate. She says, for the most part, we already develop all the communal-living skills that dorms require while we’re living at YOTO. What we really need is to develop home-living skills, so that when we graduate college, we’ll be better prepared to live on our own. We can stay in the dorm, for sure, if we want. And some YOTO kids do for the first few years, and then move into house-shares. But Aadhya thinks for some kids, like me, it’s better to start by sharing a flat.
I’m thinking about it.
I’ve got a few months before I need to make up my mind.
After we looked at the flats, Britney and I hung out in the park. They were holding a flea market there. I couldn’t believe the junk for sale.
Adriene showed up.
“Are you following me or something?” I joked. “Or maybe you live here!” It seems like every time I’m at this park, I run into her.
“Same wave length!” she said. “It’s like we’re surfing the same universal waves, right? Hang ten!”
Sofia showed up, too.
“My mom told me you got into USM,” she said. “I’m going there, too! Maybe we’ll have some classes together.”
“That would be cool,” I told her. “What are you majoring in?”
“Music. And you?”
“Botany!” yelled Adriene. “Go trees!” She really is funny.
“Hey, squirt. I see you still got the same taste in friends.” It was Donnie.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“Same as you. Scoping out flats. Emiliano took me.”
“You see any you like?” I asked him.
“I don’t know,” Donnie said. “I might start out in the dorms.”
Britney gave Donnie and me a ride home. We sat together in the back seat.
“I’m not read to live with a family,” he said. “Or even have a room-mate. It’s just weird. Too much baggage.”
He said he liked the way we lived at YOTO, sharing a dorm-like room for sleeping, taking turns cooking and cleaning. He liked that there’s always someone around, and it’s easy to avoid one-to-one conversations or being alone.
“When you live with somebody, you’re either just with them, or alone. It’s weird. I don’t think I can cope. I’d make a good frat boy.”
He said it, not me. But I had to admit he seemed to have good self-knowledge.
I like being alone, and I’d rather be with one person than a group. I think sharing a flat would work out well for me.
Life’s weird. Move on, move through it, and things happen. Sometimes, the things that happen are the things you need. And even when they’re not, if you just keep moving on, moving through it, you might get to the things you need.