Hippy Love

I recently moved to a new city to start my graduate degree in Journalism.

The way I found my house is a very interesting story, one that I think compliments the essence of my newfound roommates, which - I suspect - will give me lots of material to fill this particular blog of stories.

My best friend is a self-proclaimed sociologist. She is a fairly liberal, locavore-food lover, Saturday morning pancakes with friends maker, and overall jovial individual. I love her to itty bitty pieces.

I went to visit said friend because she lives in the same city that I'm doing my graduate studies in. Ironic because she's moving to the city that I live in to do her Masters studies. But life is always better with a bit of irony.

Now said friend has a serious boyfriend who lives nearby. So we visited him together. Said boyfriend has roommate "x" - who is cooking tempurah stir fry and wearing a green flowy shirt - which was likely self-made using old scraps of a beautiful green tablecloth - and a brown ripped skirt. She is the epitome of hippiness.

We chat - she asks if I'm a Taurus. I reply no. "Actually, I'm a Gemini."

Suddenly, a young man whips around the corner, smiles, and says hello to me. Slipping his hand around roommate x's waist, I take a wild guess that he is her current love interest. I introduce myself. My best friend's boyfriend's dog comes over and licks my leg. This would normally mean very little to a normal person, but I am particularly ticklish, and I start laughing hysterically while said "love interest" is nearby.

He says that I am adorable and lets me know that he has a place open for rent. Check - New place found.

Anywho, two months later and I am officially moved in. And it is everything I should have expected from the first little bit there. There is a solarium where we have communal meals and philosophize. My roommates have decided to educate me on everything from Eckhart Tolle to Buddhism to continually throwing in such profound things as "We continue to live using only our minds and kill our hearts. And that's so dangerous, man. You remove emotion and feeling from your lives." And they tell me about recently broken hearts, the lost hope in the male gender for someone who would treat them better, the continuation of cycles of hierarchy in our culture and the need to reverse these cycles of oppression.

I love these guys.

I appreciate their honesty about their ideas and thoughts because I feel as if we are all struggling together to find meaning in the world. I find mine in God - He is the only thing that gives me meaning. And yet, it is a beautiful thing to watch something whose trying to find their own.