After spending 3 years living in a studio apartment on campus, I’ve moved to a new place. I forgot how tiring it was trying to move. Thankfully it was only across the street. As such, I have upgraded from a small apartment to a full fledged house complete with three other people (with 1 half-time person and 2 kids). This may seem to be a little over-crowded, but the house is large enough to sustain us. Plus, each of us have our own rooms. I am the only one with the room on the main floor. The rest are either sleeping upstairs or the basement. This is an entirely new experience for me because not only am I going to be living with a bunch of people (with kids), I am also attempting to live in intentional community.
“Wait a minute? Community? Intentional? Sounds like some sort of hippie cult!” While not exactly expounding on the hippie culture and its “free love” mentality (among others), it is the house members’ intentions to live as a community; to support one another, to practice hospitality to the stranger and to intentionally pool our resources together. This would mean that there will not be 4 bottles of mustard with names written on them in the fridge. Nor will we have house members retreating to the safe confines of their rooms without interacting with the rest of the group at least twice a week. It would also mean that we are intentional about being with other. Hence, intentional community. Yes, we envision a group of people coming together to become good stewards of resources, the environment, and money. And yes, before I forget to mention, this is a good opportunity for me to save some major moolah.
If I may, I would like to assert that we (or at least I) am emulating the spirit of those kooky Christians from the book of Acts where they lived in community, pooling their resources together. And, just because the author of Luke-Acts did not mention any sort of struggle that came with the Acts community, there will be lots of trial and error in our part in the coming months.
Our house (affectionately called “Leslie”) is still a work in progress. It has not been inhibited by humans for a while save for some contractors who used it as an office. They’ve trashed it pretty well when they left the place. While the school’s maintenance did their best to clean up the mess, there’s still some kinks to work out, particularly the yard. We are still waiting for the landscapers to fix the place up so that it would be presentable from the outside, and creating a path for the postman to deliver our mail. Hopefully this will all be resolved by the time fall quarter starts.
One of my housemate is a music therapist, and hence has in possession with her a plethora of musical instruments ranging from djembes to guitars to a baby grand piano. As such, our living room is to be turned into a music room of sorts. This would mean that there will not be a television in the living room. On the contrary, the TV will be in the basement, out of bounds for kids.
Life is a little crazy these days. We’re still in transition and trying to sort out our stuffs. It is a little overwhelming when four people and their possessions merged to become one. We have 4 of everything, and an infinite amount of silverware. This can be quite a challenge given the limited amount of common space afforded to us. Oh well, it will be fun, and I look forward to the day when we’re all ready to have a house warming party, which incidentally may very well fall on my birthday.