being the host
We've become the hosting people/hosting room of our friend group. The layout in my dorm allows for us to create a pseudo conversation pit, with a coffee table and everything all just by moving around our drawers and desk chairs. We've hosted our friends probably once a week, or every two weeks. Somewhere in between though.
My favourite part of hosting though is actually getting ready to host. I love going out to get the wine, picking out snacks. I love coming back and doing the big room tidy, rearranging the room, setting the mood lighting. I love agonizing over the playlist for the night, what the musical tone is. And of course I love actually welcoming my friends in!
The first semester is officially (almost) over, at least the classes are. Now all I have to do is write an essay and study for my one exam. Pretty light work. It's weird to have this sudden lightness in my shoulders after months of heavy weight. Of course, there's still tension within me in other aspects of my life. Academically and stress wise, I can take a momentary breather. I've got a few things to ruminate over the break, so I can't exactly put my mind completely to rest yet. Then again, who can ever do that?