4/25/09 The First Pancake Saturday

So last night I walk in at 2:30am and find that the roommate is still awake and with a neighbor friend chillin in the living room talkin’ philosophy and other ramblings. To find this sort of picture when walking into my home late at night is a comforting thing…LA has changed me already…typically when in Chicago or back at home in the burbs, a part of me would cringe if I found other people up b/c that’d mean that perhaps my going to bedness at that time could/would be threatened, and/or it’d leave me the freedom of not being watched as I raided the cupboards, usually eating a little bit or a lot a bit of everything I owned at the time. In LA, though it’s only been a week as of today, I’ve had no desire to overeat myself to shorttermcontentmentresentment, but have happily been eating good foods, and only when I truly feel like it or when necessary.

Anywho, where I’m going with this whole thing is that it was pleasant to see them both up, so I chit chatted a little with them and then Eric tells me/warns me that Saturday mornings he cooks pancakes for his neighbors.

I go to bed around 3:20 and because I haven’t been sleeping much or well yet here in LA due to sleeping on an air mattress and not being quite at home with the blasting air conditioning quite yet, I decide that I’ll sleep til 11:30, even though pancake Saturday begins around 10:00.

I don’t have many stressful projects going on at present that require me to fully concentrate, desire silence, and not have the presence of people around me, so being woken up by the friendly laughter of my neighbors (some who I haven’t met yet), joking, jovial talk, and the smell of pancakes is so pleasing, even though I’m not out there experiencing it. In fact, I’d be happy either staying in my room for the next hour unpacking or going out there and joining in…I’d be truly happy doing either or…this is also new for me…in Chicago, even though if this sort of thing were to have happened back in lets say Roscoe Village with my dear cousin roommate who also loved to make pancakes and cook for friends, I would have been a clouded mess there and would have been unable to realize that either option would be okay for me and my contentment and sanity so I’d more than likely sit in my room pondering over the either or rather than living in peace at the decision to just stay in my room, or enjoying the moment for what it is if I decided to step outside of my bedroom boundary.

So in short, and in a long-winded, scattered, Jenna way, what I’m trying to say here is that, my roommate rocks, I’m not clouded by stress yet (and hopefully won’t ever be clouded by it), and I love the sense of dorky community my neighbors have goin’ on here. Time to get up, put on a bra, brush my teeth and join in :)