Flatting.

The fridge is actually full. Its not even baked beans that are a week old for dinner. Its like a two course meal. And a movie. I dont even feel like a student cos its...luxury. For a student. We even have a flat screen tv, thats bigger than a shoebox. No way, I hear you cry. Im lucky, for sure. Its even a neighbourhood, a community. No kids on bikes and playing tag. More like students everywhere. Beer in hand. Nightly trips to Liquorland. That sort of thing. Its funny. Change. Growing up. Dreading the day that you got excited by kicthen utensils but it comes around swiftly. Before you have time to think about it a second time. Where did that year go? Gone. Like skimming stones accross the lake on holiday. And it sinks. Before you know it. Gone.

But flatting's not that. Its night times of fun. Not partying even. Just fun. Dishes. Washing. Dinner. Cleaning. But fun. Its funny what people can make you become. Make you think. Its good.