A House of My Own

9. Every night. Without fail. My roommates are in bed.
They're not sleeping, necessarily, but feel the need to hide away, leaving me the house to myself essentially.
Why complain? Wouldn't this be grand?
As a matter of fact it sucks.
Example #1:
    Tonight was my first night of my world religions class. It ran 7-10. My original hope was to walk there, but have them pick me up so as not to have to walk 6 blocks in the dark through a high concentration of college housing. But that was too much to ask. I was instead forced to drive myself, park on the street (hoping that I didn't do it illegally because regulations here are CRAZY) 1 1/2 blocks away from campus and walk. Which is fine in the daylight. But at 10pm? That was creepy. Someone was keeping pace with me the whole time about 20 paces back. That never happens. I walk slowly due to my short legs so everyone seems to pass me. I was a little spooked. Coincidence probably, but still uncomfortable.
Example #2:
     I'm having a hard time adjusting to living on my own. I miss my family. I miss companionship. I MISS MY DOGS LIKE CRAZY! As a consequence, I have not been sleeping well. I usually don't fall asleep until 1am. This means that from 9pm-1am I am alone. And I don't feel like the house is mine. I feel like the closest thing to being mine is my room, but not even that is very comforting. I was initially afraid of them being up later than me, but its completely reversed. And they have the room off the living room, so I feel like I shouldn't be out there to avoid disturbing them. The walls are also thin, so I hear them sometimes. One day they thought it would be funny to knock on the wall. I was asleep until then. I was not happy. My room is small and I start to feel claustrophobic.
To complicate matters, I'm living with my best friend. So I feel if I bring any of this up it could cause a rift in our friendship. I don't want to do that. I feel like I'm stuck. I really don't know what to do. I just want the year to be over.
My landlord allows small pets. Yes, even small dogs. I'd love for this to mean I get a dog. Housetrained already, small, needing a home. It would add a sense of comfort for me, and make me feel like I'm not entirely alone. Ever since 5th grade, all through middle school and high school, I battled depression, and my dogs were my comfort. They can calm me down during the worst of times. Kels is cool with it, but Gayl seems to be incredibly against it. I don't even know why. I feel like this isn't my house, but more like I'm living in their house. I don't care for it. Where we have differences (dining, groceries, etc) my way, the standard I'm used to, seems to always be cast aside for theirs. Its making the adjustment just that much harder.
I don't feel like I belong here. At all. I feel like the campus is too big, this house isn't mine, and a lot of the students are fake. Knowing that I have advancement opportunities if I were to have continued at my previous job makes the entire transition that much more difficult. I can't find a job. I had a job. I could have that job back in an instant if I wanted. I liked that job. Why am I here? Granted, I want to have a career outside of Chula, but if its this difficult and terrible, I'm not so sure its worth it.