2 Asma 166 B.E.
Drumbeat in my head: Arkestra One, "Into The Light"

Last weekend at the co-op house was interesting. For a couple of days, I saw no one else in the house.

One housemate was in Texas, another was in Oregon, another one was visiting relatives in Europe, and a couple of others are in Michigan. Then last weekend, another couple went up north to visit relatives. So it was just myself and another person. I literally saw no one else in the house between for almost two days.  Now people are returning and we're almost back to normal again. 

I don't mind these quiet interludes. From time to time, we go through these cycles where a significant number of housemates are out of town. We notice the house is emptier, we begin to miss them after a little bit, and then we're glad to see them back after they've been gone.

I imagine that some people would think that because I live in a co-op house, I would crave these quiet interludes in the same way a ravenously thirsty man would encounter water. It's not really like that. It's not difficult for me to find quiet time to myself when I need it. (I'd probably find it more difficult if I lived in one of the 30-person co-ops downtown.) I appreciate the house when it's empty and I appreciate the house when it's full.