today im thankfull for where I live, there are dickheads everywhere no matter where you go, but you can controll the surroundings that you have to share with all these dickheads

I got utopia compared to some of my fellow bluelighters
I miss my old place of residence. Really, the first place I considered MY home. Sure I call my parents house's through out my life as my home, but there is a difference when you have your own place if you ask me. It was a shitty apartment, and even shittier, a one bedroom that I shared with a roommate. However, even with the one bed room it was legit, I took the actually bedroom as I signed the lease, and my roommate took the living room (was actually a bit bigger if you wanna look at it that way). We got along perfect, with really only a disagreement about food maybe once, and it was just something stupid because we were both being hot headed (I think it had to do with pop tarts lol). We shared weed, I'd share my other goodies that I'd get in, we'd share all food, and basically everything else (we owned a bong together). We had the same style of living (messy, to semi-messy), ate the same amount (similar weight), and brought over the same amount of people. He didn't mind how big of a druggy I was (extracted DMT with no concern for example), even when I was doing a shit ton of k or opiates. We both basically had ultimate freedom, even when there was someone else there who could want to lay down some rules. It was pretty unbelievable that it worked so well, especially since we spent a lot of time in each others room watching tv, doing drugs, etc.
The complex that I was living in, was also pretty much perfect. It was an older building in the college town, so not built as thin like the new apartments in the area, and pretty much half the people in my building were pretty cool. We'd have building get togethers all the time, go to the bar that was a 3 minute walk from the building together as a group, invite each other in to chill in the afternoons after class, chill out on the porch to just smoke a stog, etc. I've never lived somewhere where it was so peaceful, and friendly. Everyone was on the same wave length, which was surprising for college. Not everyone smoked weed, tripped, or whatever, but noone in the building gave a shit, everyone was just themselves.
I miss that few years. I know I'll never have that experience again, but I just can't wait to move out of my parents again and set up camp in an environment I feel 100% comfortable in. I honestly rarely feel comfortable in this house. When my parents are both gone, I feel a bit better, but there are still to many memories from the middle highschool when I moved here after from my home town.