I know I've described the house that I've been living in a few times already, but I would just like to take a moment and reiterate how much I really love living in Blekerslaan. We're big enough that you're not constantly surrounded by the exact same couple of people, if you don't want to be, but small enough that you easily know everyone. The primary people that we all hang out with are the people we live with. We cook, eat, do homework, travel, and shop with each other, and we still have a Facebook page to interact on. This much close interaction really bonds a group of people and it's going to be weird when we all eventually have to start moving out.
This weekend is Queensday so there have been several people who lived here last semester coming back to celebrate with their friends who still live in the house. It's been really cool to see how close of friends people have remained and I really hope that will be the case with us. The thing is that most of the people who come back have it a lot easier because they live in Europe. This is slightly more problematic for those of us residing on different continents. Don't worry though, talk has already begun about a reunion on the North American continent for next year.
The other night, some people had a part at our house. There were friends from other places invited but there seemed to be an excessive amount of people that showed up that nobody really knew how they all got invited. While the common room was swarming with these new comers, it was funny to see how close-knit all of the people in the house were as they sort of simultaneously migrated into the kitchen to hang out with each other. Everybody still hung out with the visitors, but nobody really knew what to do with the sudden influx of newcomers into our home.
Well, if we thought that was weird, it was nothing compared to the group of strangers who waltzed in and made themselves at home the next night. I walked into the common room and no longer recognized 80% of its inhabitants. Apparently, the most recent group of squatters consisted of people who lived in Blekerslaan last year. Not last semester, but last year. They all decided to come back and have a little reunion in their old abode. This was all fine and dandy, and it sounded like a lot of fun. It was nice to see how close they all still were. The only thing was weird is that they just came in like they owned the place, cooked themselves dinner and took over the couches for the evening, without any of us knowing where they came from or them really acknowledging us. Last night I walked downstairs at night and they seemed to have multiplied like rabbits. There were dozens of these strangers who lived in Blekerslaan "in the good old days" who were now dancing on our tables. Like I said, I really loving seeing how strong the Blekerslaan bond is, but I'm also wondering when they're leaving.
Here's another group photos of our lovely clan... They're great, you'd love them! :)
