A Stranger in My Own House

Today is the first day I'm spending at Sigma Nu as an "outsider". I don't have a permanent room to sleep in; I don't have a key to get into the house on my own. It's constraining but liberating at the same time.

Being at school without classes or homework feels good. It's okay if I fart around and work on whatever I want for as long as I want before I go out or go to bed. In fact, it's addicting. I know that when I get back that I'll want to have this sort of flexibility in deciding what to do with my time.

It's also great to see people who don't expect me to be on campus. It's almost like I'm a ghost to them, a dead man walking. It's a little awkward at first, but seeing familiar faces is one of the greatest feelings a person can feel, especially if he or she feels like a stranger in his own home.

Tiq was right; I really do appreciate this place and the people in it a lot more now that my relationship to it has changed. In addition, I appreciate the freedom of being at home even more as well. I still feel a little constrained being on campus, like peer pressure is more powerful here or something.

I still love this place. But I love home too.

Life is great.