Every year... somebody would have the place, the entire gang gravitated towards. Parties, never planned, would simply materialize there. On nights when the was a

party

elsewhere, there was no question wondering where the

pre-game

would be. Finally, when the night finished, and your

Apartment

felt too far and you had nobody waiting for you to spend the night with, it was a decent place to return to and crash, even if just on a couch. The door felt always open, even on nights when no actual tenant might have been present.

These days I go to sleep almost every night with either a smile on my face or a grin of satisfaction. This has become my regular state. It's only now that this has become my everyday that I can see how different my nights were back then. I remember in 

college

 hardly ever going to bed smiling. It wasn't as though I was crying or fuming with anger, but there was almost always something heavy on my mind: either about school and deadlines or some social anxiety about how I was viewed by someone or a girl I might've had a crush on. I can't even imagine how I slept at all back then.