Here, you’re free from structure, free from supervision, free from convenience, and gloriously free from anyone checking on you at all. Want to sleep through three alarms and miss class? That’s freedom. Want to eat cereal for dinner five nights straight because you forgot to grocery shop again? Also freedom. Freedom Park offers apartment-style living, which means you are free to take out the trash, free to forget to take out the trash, and free to debate trash responsibility with your roommates. Maintenance requests grant you the freedom to wait, patience-building included at no extra cost. The bus schedule exists in spirit, but not in practice; you’re free to walk, free to bike, or free to accept fate. At Freedom Park, no one hovers, no one enforces quiet hours, and no one asks where you’ve been. You’re free to spiral, free to isolate, and free to realize that maybe a little guidance would’ve been nice. But that’s the beauty of it. Absolute freedom. Consequences sold separately.
We’re free to take out the trash. We’re also free not to. We have chosen poorly.
Nobody asked how I was doing and I learned a lot about myself. Too much, actually.