Resident Evil

The House
The training house is a dormitory on top and a training facility on the bottom. I feel like I’m in college again, living in a dorm with all different types of people. So we get professionally dressed, report downstairs and put on house shoes, and pretend to work for 8 hours. Then we retire upstairs to our rooms. We sleep on futons, two or three to a room and so we get to know each other fairly well. Everyday we go to the Tobu…which is the local grocery store. I swear, if heaven had a grocery store, it would be called Tobu. They have everything you need (except a damn sewing kit, but thank God for Lyndsey). We get food, boos, and toiletries from the Tobu. What else could you require?
I have met so many interesting people here. It is so strange being in this forced social situation. I’m convinced the company I work for is a cult of like minded cool people. It is so strange getting to know someone in three days and feeling like you cannot spend the next year without them. I know for sure that some of these people will be a part of my life until the end of time. I’m happy about that. We train together, we eat together, we sleep together…we drink together…there is barely time to sit alone for a moment, but it’s totally possible to feel lonely. Being here makes me realize that I know exactly who I am, and I can’t complain about that.