We have to go to work. It gives us all an opportunity to adventure away from the house, and if you are young and live in a fairly large city you most likely have room-mates; so rent is somewhat an achievable task. This shared living gets very chaotic quite regularly, it can even get to the point of either learning how to be flexible or you might as well pack your bags and throw the peace sign in the air.
Here's the thing, because money helps us through the times and referring to the quote said and used so many times before me, "money can't buy you happiness" it can just put a roof over your head; which could render useful. When I open the door to some old time friends jamming chill music setting the atmosphere , I feel at home. The syncranized moving of hands pounding down on the guitar strings, note by note you sink more into your chair to relax and kick your shoes off. The times get stranger every year that goes by and all sorts of situations change our outlook, but tell me this, where would you rather be, honestly? It seems impossible to get by without any alone time, but going through the early 20's requires a bit of chaos and mayhem. So in the end it's all worth it. Put this through your noggin, it couold be likely (of course depending on your situation) you will end up having a place of your own. Sitting all alone in your place reminiscing about all the crazy things that you did "back in the day." Speaking of crazy things, sometimes friends get the idea that we are on a "mission" whether it's finishing the freshly opened 20 pack of Lucky Lagers or trying to impress pretty girls with wit and an obnoxious sense of humour. Chasing these missions enevitably call for long nights.
In the past it was considered normal to drink at bar and then get in your car and drive home. In the now, we seem to constantly find glitches in the behavior of the past and get so caught up on rules and regulations, "public safety" and what not. So this means there is no driving unless you want to cause harm to yourself or others, cabbies and the shoelace express are the main means of transportation. Depending on the location of the "mission" it could mean sleeping crumpled on a love seat in a strange home kilometres away from home (which from now on will be referred as the ranch). The next day the major task is simply returning to the ranch. In the ranch I sleep on an army sized cot 2.5ft wide, 6.1 feet long (normally measured in inches but I'm no mathematician so measuring it in feet is easier to describe and visualize). The cot is placed right at the top of the stairs by the main entrance, in between the kitchen and living room, perfect for a 20 year old bachelor. The only problem with this location if that sometimes after midnight friends decide it's time to have a "mission" or come home from one, while trying to catch some sleep for work the next day, another partially sleepless night.
When you wake up feeling haggard going to work the next day to your boss yelling/screaming and speaking serious words if disappointment about your perfomance; just bare a smile. Knowing that you do have a home somewhere to rest your head, friends and family can almost gaurantee a place a place to crash. Why not give them a call or e-mail? See what's up.
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