So now I had a room in Eugene, Oregon living in a household of people. I signed up for a ceramics class at the Arts Center, and I was making pottery everyday. They had studio time, which meant you could go down and work, whenever there wasn't a class. I was down there all the time. My new passion was ceramics. I didn't throw pots. I liked pinching and coiling. I didn't have to worry about looking for a job. My job at the university gave unemployment for the summer months. I was on unemployment, and somehow I was able to transfer that to Oregon, so I was sitting pretty with that. Everything was going fine.
My birthday is in October, so I decided to give myself a birthday party. I didn't know too many people so I told my roommates to invite their friends. That went well, and was uneventful, or so I thought.
A few days later I was walking down the street and a guy says hi Stacey. I say who are you, and he says he was at my birthday party, and his name is Thomas. I say, oh, I don't remember you. That's it.
A few days after that, Thomas comes over to visit my roommate, who had invited him to the party. The three of us are hanging out. My roommate tells him we are going to have an empty room soon, as another housemate is leaving. She asks Thomas if he wants to move in at beginning of next month. He says sure.
So, Thomas is scheduled to become a roommate. We got along, and decide to visit with each other. We are the same age, and both like art. It turns out, he just moved to Eugene from the East Coast too. We spend sometime together, and then we get together, we start seeing each other. It is all good, except that he is going to be our housemate in a few weeks.
Well, the appointed time comes, and Thomas moves into the house. It is all fine, except we are seeing each other, and now suddenly we are basically living together in the same apartment, without it being discussed within the boundaries of our relationship. It just happens.
So what happens?? What happens is that suddenly we are together ALL the time. I mean like every second. It is ok, and we are having fun. But I never lived with a guy like this before. To tell you the truth, I wasn't really emotionally ready to live with a guy like this, and was perfectly happy on my own. I had just had the most amazing summer of my life, and was very independent, doing my own thing. Thomas had been in a serious relationship before, and I guess was more ready to jump into something. Being the naive person that I was, I never even totally realized what I was getting into, and didn't even know to discuss it. So there I was, living with Thomas.
Thomas and I got along very well. We had tons of fun. I guess you would say we were girlfriend, boyfriend. Nothing was ever discussed. I would say that we were very compatible as people, but we were low in romance and passion.
So now, we are having tons of fun in this household we are living in. I wouldn't say it was a close knit group of people. I would say it was kind of a crummy household. Well, we listened to Stevie Wonder too much. Some of the other roommates were students. to make a long story short, we got kicked out. Like on the street, with no notice. We don't have somewhere to live. I say, I know a group of people who will let us stay with them. The woman I hitch hiked to Eugene, that household. we go there, and they let us stay, but there really isn't any room for long term. So Thomas says he is going to go find us an apartment. More of more naivety. He comes back a few hours later, and says he rented us a place. I say cool, and we go and move in. Now I am really living with Thomas. Just the two of us, in our own apartment. It is fine, except I am not really ready to be in this type of relationship, but I am. I lived with Thomas for 8 years.
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