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The World at my Fingertips

Hello all! I have been a bit MIA for the past few weeks given the fact that I am SO busy. Busy is good though. It’s great actually. I will update you on Easter in the very near future, but first I think I should acknowledge how smoothly my apartment style living has gone thus far!

After having my Facebook newsfeed flooded with Spring Break pictures from my classmates at PC back home, I got to thinking about what it would be like to be back there this semester. Similar to the past semesters there, but I couldn’t help but have a brief moment of FOMO (Fear of missing out). I met my core group of friends within the first few months of my freshmen year and details of our life stories are programmed into each others brains—we know each others parents, we have visited each others homes, I could mimick the way Bianca talks to her dog and the way Ally talks to hers. We are completely in sync. You need people like this in order to get by—the people who know you better than you know yourself because they have lived with all of your annoying habits and sleep talking (sorry, guys), the people who share your sarcasm and let you know when your singing voice just isn’t spot on that particular day. These relationships are beautiful, priceless, rare, and really what living is all about. Having said that, I have come to realize that relationships with people that you find differences with can be just as unique.

I have met people that have grown up completely different than I have, speak different languages than I do, study some of the most challenging subjects here at UTS and yet, we are all sharing this 8 person flat comfortably and without disagreement because we have been breaking down the barriers between us (and because we have a cleaning schedule—just kidding, but seriously). Our schedules collide, our eating times are all across the board and the amount of studying going on between these walls is crazy (lots of engineers around here). Despite these variables, my flatmates have made a genuine effort to get to know me and where I’m coming from—geographically, academically, socially. We talk while we cook (or should I say while I burn my pasta—how is that possible?), we joke around about how I’ve managed to make the worst class timetable of all time and how Mohit’s sound system resembles the blaring music of a Las Vegas nightclub coming from his tiny room. We hosted a floor party last week where I got to meet even more people from all over the world (I was the only one there from North America!) and it was a night like this that convinced me how lucky I really am to have stories from all over the world at my fingertips—just a knock on any door down the hall away.

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