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The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: What do you think is the meaning of life?

LIFE ( lahyf )noun

the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.

Irene looked up from the stack of her notes from today’s lectures to meet the face of a stranger—one that she quickly hoped would be anything but in a matter of a few moments. With a warm smile Irene nodded and adjusted the strap of her backpack that hung over one shoulder. “I have, just a couple days ago. I’m on the second floor—heard there were a lot of people in floor 6 and didn’t want to become a victim of all those footsteps.” A sheepish laugh followed suit of her words after she became aware of her rambling. “It was nice of you to come talk to me, though. I don’t know many people in this area, so this is probably the best start that I can get.” She was doing it again, though the thought only caused her smile to brighten. “What’s your name? I’m Irene.” 

Ahh, another set of sweets just for living here? Irene was sure she couldn’t have picked a better place to live and picked up the box with a pleased grin, the note being read as she entered her flat. They were all so kind, Irene felt guilty that she was only receiving things amidst all of this kindness. She hummed aloud and with one of the cookies in her hand, looked around her only semi-unpacked apartment for a return gift that wouldn’t give off a hand-me-down feeling. With a quick scan of her practically empty kitchen and increasingly filled closet, she could already tell that such a feat wouldn’t be accomplished when she hadn’t been grocery shopping yet. And so she picked up the purse that lay on top of her bed and headed towards the fifth floor, the rest of the cookie being devoured all the while.

She found the door with ease and knocked on it softly a couple times. Irene rocked on the balls of her feet and waited for a response, if any were to come.

"Ah!" The warning came a second too late and she already walked into the wall next to the elevator. It took her a moment to regain her balance, especially when two boxes filled with nothing but books rest in her hands. Granted they were fairly tiny boxes, but it still felt like 20 pounds too heavy for it to be carried by her. She bent down carefully to set down the boxes and let out a diffident laugh that emphasized her embarrassment in the situation. Though the feeling soon fled and after brushing away the hair that escaped her ponytail from her face, turned to look at the source of the voice. "Thank you." She said with an almost sarcastic tone in her voice, though it was countered with yet another breathy laugh. "You’d think I would learn to never take the stairs when moving, huh? Oh—hey, I know you!" With yet another brush of the small hairs, she held out her hand, her smile having grown warmer to accompany the action. "I don’t think we’ve met officially, before, though. I’m Irene."

she was exhausted and not exactly in the mood to unpack anymore boxes. she finished her room, her bathroom, and half of the living room, but there were still more areas to be finished. the boxes still littered the main living space, but she made a good enough dent so that there was at least room to walk from point a to point b without tripping.

alise fell back on her bed-- the first thing she made sure to have done, and cupped her hands over her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. her roommate was supposed to be here any minute, but alise really wasn't pressing for her to be there tonight because all she wanted to do was curl up and stay in bed for about a week due to all of this moving in.

Model Irene ʜᴀs ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx!

renting flat #220, a two-bedroom apartment, rooming with lskyung.