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It's kind of a gloomy, chilly Chicago fall morning. [Sep. 28th, 2004|11:20 am]
Lindsey Kuper

I did two loads of laundry and packed a lunch before work, so I was late getting out of the apartment and had to run to catch the train (and almost didn't). When I caught my breath, I realized that I was pretty much the only person on the train not wearing a coat.

I like the onset of cold weather. It makes me feel like going home, making tea, wrapping up in a blanket, and messing with my computer.

This year, cold weather means that pretty soon, I'll be getting all my warm clothes and stuff from my parents' house in Iowa, which is tied to the fact that we're moving to the new apartment in a few days and I'll finally have a real bedroom to put all of said stuff in. I'm really excited about that -- not just the fact that I'll have enough room for my stuff -- although that's huge -- but the fact that I'll actually have, you know, a door, that, you know, closes.

I wonder if my sister and I are such introverts because, as kids, we got used to coming home from school and having our parents not be there until much later. Sometimes I didn't like that, but most of the time it was awesome. The whole house was ours. We could dance to New Kids on the Block in the living room, make weird things in the kitchen microwave, or take our My Little Ponies to the Bathroom Sink Spa. I felt embarrassed doing any of those things when anyone besides Maya was around, and I'm still that way. I want hours alone [cooking | reading | painting my toenails | installing Gentoo] without anyone ever asking what I'm doing.


From: circumstances
2004-09-28 04:06 pm (UTC)
That latchkey kid theory could go a long way to explain me, actually. I sure do love my alone time...
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[User Picture]From: sonetka
2004-09-28 07:55 pm (UTC)
Interesting - I like my alone time like nothing else, and I've always thought that it was because, as a kid, I never had much of it. Three (later four) younger siblings, a stay-at-home mom, and a small house all combined to assure that pretty much the only time I was undeniably by myself was in the bathroom. Maybe it's one of those things where the inner nature will assert itself no matter what the circumstances.
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[User Picture]From: theguiterrorist
2004-09-29 01:36 am (UTC)
Same deal here. Single parent, house to myself in the afternoons since sixth grade.

I think I spent most of that time either playing guitar, piano or bedroom rock star.
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