My new roommate warned me about the homeschooled kids who live upstairs. I woke up Friday to an eerie version of “Happy Birthday” played on the piano above. One of them who identified himself as Nigel later helped bring in trash bags full of my clothes. They’re nice enough.
However, my first night here, when I tried to lower my blinds, they only hoisted themselves more open. My window is almost completely open. So here I am today and most days working and writing on my computer while they squirm around just outside my room, within easy visibility, and I’m forced to simultaneously ignore them and remember not to spontaneously change attire.