My next door neighbor leaves his top left bedroom window open and without any shade covering it, all day, everyday.  I really enjoy looking into the room containing that window.  It's a small room, and it has a fan right by the windowpane.  When the sun comes in, it oftentimes shines through the other side.  It's great, I can stare at that limited view for about an hour, think about things, then go do something else.  Listening to music while doing that is nice as well.  One of the few things that makes home worth coming back to, I guess.  Before the old neighbors moved out, that window was always closed, and always shuttered so that you could not see into it at all.  The stark contrast is what makes it so interesting.  One of the few things that makes home worth coming back to, I guess.  I've catalogued the few things I enjoy about being home: soft water, my bed, my library, the basement and all things in said basement, that window view, standing on the roof at night, my stereo, and the complete set of music.  That's about it, I think.  College food would be tolerable, if all the other things I liked from home could be transported over there.  I'm fond of being home, but living on my own was better, more exhilarating, even if still a bit mundane.  Desirous freedom, oh how I miss thee.  I'm ready to go back to university, by choice, not just by passing of time.  The suburbs are starting to get annoyingly boring, fearful that I may get stuck here, in the monotony, the amber-like boredom freezing me into a suburban lifestyle.  I can't imagine living my life in some quaint town with courteous wives and husbands saying 'hello' to me as I mow the lawn.  ech.  If I actually ended up here, I'd be ostracized by community because I couldn't fit in as is so demanded here.  I'd be single, no kids, no relationship, a job that I wouldn't put much pride or effort into, listen to music loudly, drive carelessly, not mow my lawn (or even have a lawn), not have a brightly colored, well taken care of house, never been seen outside at hours for a 'good' young man to be out at.  I don't despise people who choose to live in the suburbs, they're fine.  All relative phonies but I don't care enough about them to dislike or like them.  More like an apathy towards them.  I plan on living in the city in a condo or loft, or in a country house: of course, this is in England.  I want to do very little with the USA if possible.  To visit here wouldn't be that bad, but living here is a pathetic extension of mundane, plastic-coated living.  Everything is conveniently packaged and spill-resistant. Very little is "real" and not consolidated, bought, sold, or phony in this place anymore.  For the world, for that matter (see, I'm not that naive to think England is the cure-all).  I'm just hoping I'll find some place separated from pop-culture and societary people to not even think about it.