Dormitory life

I always wanted to stay in a dorm. I imagined it to be fun to have flat mates and all. Late nights mugging and eating and chatting together.

I missed that boat when I dropped out of Murdoch for Nus.

Somehow life made a u turn and threw up a little surprise later on in life during a time and place I never expected. God has a thing if weaving my forgotten desires into the tapestry of my life.

Now I live in a dorm. We share tv shows,laugh ourselves silly with modern family and new girl and cry buckets together through sad movies and trials. (I do crime shows alone) Except that I didn't expect dorm to be with two boys. One of which I have a marital covenant with.

I thought it'd be endless slumber summer nights with girls in PJs and plenty of Ribena. A lot of giggling and crying. Now it's just me with my years, tears and fears. My own hormones on display while they spectate and not participate in bewilderment. That's how I can feel so lonely with company. Sometimes I feel like I can relate more to the girl on tv than anyone here.

Sometimes it just gets so lonely.