Allein Sein

One thing I love about my home in Mansfield is it's designated areas. Let's say for instance you were to walk into my living room in my home. (No it's not adorned with Saint Candles.) You'd be greeted by my mother sitting on the couch nearest the window, she'd say "hello". My dad would be laying on the love seat directly across from the window. He'd be watching golf so pay him no mind. My brother might be in the living room as well, if so he's playing computer games and talking to my dad about sports. Now since they're all in the living room, they're silently conveying that they're all open for communication. If they're in the room that means "hey leave me some privacy for awhile."

On a Saturday morning I might hang out in my room for three hours and then venture to the living room to communicate. It's a silent bond we have as a family to respect each others privacy. It's this sort of thing that I miss. At my dorm there are no set places as to where you might want privacy. Though the room is an obvious choice one of my roomates still lacks the capacity to knock before entering the room. It's not that I'm doing anything that specifically needs to be private but sometimes one just enjoys silence.