No community cabin, but...

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/01/garden/01collective.html?_r=1&8dpc

This article reminds me of living at the campsite. While there are certainly things I don't miss, like having no oven to make cakes in, those months with no hot water, and peeing either outside or a football field away from my house, there are little pieces of communal living that stuck with me. I find myself eating alone with the same frequency, and while the food quality is much better, it's not the same as finding myself microwaving my dinner at the same time as Nick, or trying food that Emily made and the vegetarian conversations that happened concurrently. I don't miss the smells or the crowded feeling I felt for 10 months, but I do miss the people.

It seems I'm always missing people.

I hope that this was the last time that I live communally. My next living arrangement is ideally with just one person (and a dog). But for some people communal living is ideal. I was grateful for several people I lived with the whole time I was in a cabin, but I never stopped wishing for a stove, an oven, and my family.

I am rambling because I have important things to do, like going to work.