Sunlight.

Yesterday evening my roomie and I were talking for two hours. She used to have her curtains closed almost all the day and my room, despite being one of the biggest in our block used to look kind of small and dark.
After being chating for a while (I was in her corner), I went to the washroom and when I came back she had opened her curtains. We started moving furniture and re-settling our room.

This morning I woke up with sunlight.
My room was empty (I'm always the last one who wakes up) and I could spend hours reading in wikipedia, thinking and just resting in my sofa.

I've had time for myself in a room that definitely looks better now.

I've read about determinism, buddhism, literature, Saramago, Sartre, Schopenhauer, Allende, politics, socialism.
I've spend all my morning reading on the internet and it has been really nice.

As always, it seems that sometimes you don't have time for yourself here.
Just to sit somewhere and read about things that are not compulsory for the next class. Just to sit somewhere and not be disturbed by anyone.

It still feels extrange sometimes not to have a room for myself.
But I've learnt to love my room, my roomies and my corner.

I think I'm entering into a happy period now.