Saturday, June 14, 2008
And today was the day the band broke up. The roommate has moved out.
It's funny living together with someone in a non-familial, non-romantic manner. We lived together for three years and began our initial, insane foray into adulthood in parallel. While we weren't the closest of close friends, there was a sense of closeness that comes with just living with someone. I was completely unfazed by her green masks. And my penchant for eating buffalo wings and watching Cheaters at 3 a.m. was just taken as the usual course of dealing with me. We got along because we let each other just exist without any real feeling of self-consciousness.
I think something happens over time and you just evolve into some sort of quasi-familial relationship that doesn't fit into any box society offers. I mean, where's the happy roommate card? I should make one, hmm.
However, now that she's gone, I've got no excuse to avoid the massive amount of laundry and packing that awaits. I can see why people never leave their apartments. Three years of crap and a million of books (damn, books) are sitting here mocking me. I really just want to put everything on the curb and just watch MADE on MTV. It worked in college!
Then I realize that I need to work, now. There's no avoiding the bubble wrap and boxes. Because I'm not in college anymore. And my stuff is way, way too nice to just leave on the street corner.
So, to packing I go....
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