What I didn’t know at that time was that I was moving into a house with a history. A history of friendship, a fraternity of sort, whose residents grew up, went to school and played soccer together. December 2009 marked 10 years of continuous lease of the Delaware House, and I have written about traditions of the house in a previous article here. The original four tenants of the house are no longer living there, although they, and most previous residents of the Delaware House, do come back and visit regularly. When one would move out, the remaining roommates would usually find someone from within their circle of friends to take over the vacated room. I was one of the very few that came from the outside, but it was a match made in roommates.com.
Today, when not sprawled out in front of the TV, John is the glue that holds all of the roommates (past and present) together. Similarly, Scott seems to know everybody that lives in HB, and also plays every sport known to man. Brit, being the youngest and only girl, is also the sweetheart that leaves nice things for all of us (like flowers on Valentines Day), and gets all excited telling us about a boy she met at school. And finally, there is Matt, the latest addition to the crew, who brings with him a flair for artistic and musical fervor that I have written about here.
Like a family, we have our ups and downs. Sometimes we get along, sometimes we don’t. But leaving this second family of mine was especially hard. As one chapter closes and another is about to begin, I take with me cherished memories of year-long summers grilling steaks in our yard; long bike rides to the beach; and epic Halloween and Super-Bowl parties that will be talked about for generations to come. So take that MTV, for this is the California Shore, the Real World, the OC, and it can’t get any better than this.
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