I’m sitting on the floor of my living room alone. I no longer have a couch to sit on. My roommate and friend just walked out the door with the last of her stuff. I’m here, in the apartment we’ve shared, until Sunday. There are many good memories attached to this place: Rachel trying to make pineapple upside down cake in a cheesecake pan, Brian doing the cinnamon challenge while the fire alarm was going off, Jason crawling under the table during Qwelf, countless family dinners, movie watching, card playing and game nights. Wow, I’m going to miss it.
I don’t have a lot to say. I haven’t drawn any conclusions nor can I make any lofty connections. My heart just hurts a little and I’m trying to hold back the tears.
Change can be good but it is hard. And right now it sucks.