I know I complain about my roommate sometimes, like our differences in furnishings, the Angela Lansbury headshot that was in the living room for awhile-across from my Barbarella poster. I do care about her a lot though. I realized that today.
I think New York City is one of the few places that you can have a roommate that you barely know, and co-exist. I’ve been living with my current roommate for maybe 6-8 years? I’m not 100% sure. We have both purposely lost track, but she’s the roommate I’ve lived with the longest-other than my immediate family, which doesn’t really count.
So today when I go into my living room, she’s sitting in a chair with a black eye, and bandage on her face. She “fell” into a tree…but I overheard her on the phone with someone, and it sounds like someone actually may have pushed her. My roomy is a bit older than me, so I offered to run to Walgreens to pick something up for her, and I took the “Do Not Disturb” sign off my door for the first time EVER since we’ve been living together. I actually got a little teary eyed. Sure I complain about her from time to time…but I’d be sad if anything happened to her.
Point being…appreciate your roommate because you never know what can happen, (unless they totally suck and steal stuff from you and are mean, that is).