This school year I'm living in a house nick named Granny G's. There's ugly floral wallpaper, a washer and dryer that's practically falling apart, a stove top that has buttons rather than dials, and a screen door that doesn't shut all the way.
And I absolutely love it.
There's been a lot of great things about college and about all the friends & roommates that I've made so far, but there's something different about these ones. These ones are my kind of people. And for the first time I live in a house with someone who would go camping ion the rain with me knowing full well that things are going to go horribly wrong. If that's not a comforting and inspirational friendship, then I don't know what is.