So, i'm right smack dab in the middle (Actually it's close to the tail end i guess, i just gotta move it now) of moving from one place to another. Ups and downs really. Pros and cons to anything.
Pros: Fresh faces, meet new people, bigger space, cheap rent, new surroundings, leaving a place where an annoying middle aged woman (from the middle ages) wont be knocking on my door telling me i'm insensitive because i'm listening to Ok Go and watching Office UK and US. Which amounts to: privacy
Cons: Traffic, hotter area, traffic, farther from work, a little bit more than what i'm paying now, traffic, leaving another set of friends it seems like, oh and traffic.
Yeah so, i'm a bit sad, maybe because it's sudden, not many knew about it. So when it was common knowledge, I didn't really think it made a difference. Oh well, maybe it's my pessimism showing (Everyone has one).
Where else can you find a house where there's practically a party EVERY week? Where practially everyone is related some how? Where the spirituality of the house is so intense, they got history, memories, family, pictionary, korean dramas, a person who takes 2 hour long showers, parties, pioneers, elders, M.S's, and grandma sneakin into your room cause she forgets her room is upstairs? No where else. All byters will be eaten!Now let's get to downstairs, where only recently, we tried to copy upstairs and another ones home. Weekly Bible reading, late night cooking (Friend Rice), the gin and tonics with Ron and wine from Reggie and just the right mixture of roommates. Am i contradicting myself? IDK. so what? Living here has taught me several things. 
One thing I learned is: No matter how young, spiritual, busy you are, you WILL irritate each other. You WILL at times need your "alone time". You WILL not talk to each other for a while. But in the long run, even though you "moved on your own", these people are your "family". Like any other family, you see the good, bad , and the ugly. But you put up with it and move on.
These people are my "family, love them like flesh and blood. Yeah, I'll miss them, just knowing that I won't come home from work seeing them getting out from the field group. Hearing Jeff's flute recorder to Kingdom Melodies. Once irritating, but Angie was right: I will miss that.
These people are my "family, love them like flesh and blood. Yeah, I'll miss them, just knowing that I won't come home from work seeing them getting out from the field group. Hearing Jeff's flute recorder to Kingdom Melodies. Once irritating, but Angie was right: I will miss that.
The frequent "Come up, there's food"
- "Eat some more"
- "Thanks, but I already ate. I went to Anna Millers for some beakfast. I'm full"
- "......."
- "......."
- "......."
-"Go, eat!"
Yeah, I admit, weeks or months would go by before I pop in on one of the lil shindigs that happened. But when moments like those did come, i'd say they were worth the wait.
Take care guys, Peace!
Say "Peace", Dave...
side note: I'm listening to The Competition from the Good Life.
Ohhh, how I wish i can trade your Park Place for my Water Works right now.
4 comments:
kahuapaani aloha o ke kai la'akea.
roughly translated, oh man crazy, bye la'akea street or something.
i think someone in my car group saw you moving all of your stuff out. yeah, that house never sleeps.
it's true, the amount of people there, the hecticness of their schedules... there arent exactly moments where you'd have a moment to yourself.. and i dont think an hour even goes by without a toilet being flushed.
but i guess you forego the privacy and quiet time, because at those moments when you probably dont want to be alone in the first place, there's usually someone there reminding you that you arent. and that you couldnt be. even if you wanted.
because as loved as my house is, that house has a good x amount of years on us, and has taken in some of the most interesting characters. no amount of money or space could fill the hole in your heart that could only be filled by someone like jeff--ehrm, kapelei.
well, it's a life lesson to know that people, jobs, and joys, problems, etc, are brought into your life for certain reasons, to stay around for a certain time, to teach you certain things.
so this is no doubt growth, but even i'll miss the run-ins at the 'yugas. when will we catch you amid a taco bell run to extend a shokudo invite?
or when will you stumble into the upstairs, starbucks in hand, unknowingly walking into a game of pictionary?
hm, scattegories is at my house, and taboo will forever remind me of mark's house.
the games will continue, and you're always invited.
you just gotta drive farther now.
yeah man the barayuga house has always amazed me, the size, the love, the people, the amount of people, the unlocked doors and the fact that someone is always awake.
you're a fortunate person to have lived in such a wonderful place, and i'm sure that you miss it like crazy right now, but then again you got all the music space you could ask for right now.
yeah, everyone kinda needs their alone time. i don't really like being alone, aside from studying and stuff, and just imagining the kind of chaos you lived with makes me wish I still had all my family in one house. or at least I could live with some other family so we wouldn't be mean to each other.
but ewas only few minutes away. i guess. whatev its worth it to drive back and visit us sometimes. you're always welcome at my house on Loina Place. hahaha
and yes, as sandra said, "kahuapaani aloha o ke kai la'akea."
yeah, guitar, cakes, and love. OH MY.
pork and beans is called pork and beans, and he speaks of timbaland.
now all of these things, in its separateness, i love. timbaland, good. pork, good. beans, really good. but weezer pork and beans talking nonsense is...
hurtful.
i love him regardless and have found further reason to fall further. hahaha, so i can excuse him any future musical blunders.
you know, I once WAS king kamehameha.
Post a Comment