My roommate has been out of town for the past week. It’s been great. She NEVER goes out of town, although we rarely see each other-who wouldn’t want their roommate to be out of town? I don’t even know when she’s coming back, I think tomorrow? I don’t care.
I’ve lived in my apartment here in NYC the longest I’ve lived ANYWHERE my entire life-that’s a strange realization I’ve recently had. Growing up my family moved around quite a bit…so yeah, I’ve been in my current situation for about 11 years.
My roommate and I are on completely different schedules. She has no idea where I work, what I do, she knows very little about my personal life. We both have tremendous privacy. The last time we had a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes was in December, and I cannot even remember what it was about. As much as I wish I lived alone, it’s kind of nice knowing that there’s someone close by-in the next room. It’s oddly comforting. It’s also really nice that I barely see my roommate.
Man this blog is boring. I woke up too early today. I’ll try and write something more interesting later on.
Above is my most favorite song in the whole wide world. The video is so so. I wonder if the couple is still together? I never get sick of this song. I don’t know why.