So… my roommate moved out the other day. It’s weird, I don’t think I appreciated her company enough while she was here. Even when there was no talking, just having her around was reassuring. I am now all alone in the basement sweet of my too-big-too-empty little home. Everything about my place seems less full, the fridge, the bathrooms shelves, the shower shelves, EVERYTHING! I’m uncertain how I feel about it presently. I don’t mean that in a disrespectful way to my roomie whatsoever. I have love love loved living with her but there is something to be said for having your own space.

I wouldn’t say I’m lonely, or maybe I am, who knows! It’s a change and change is always nice. I might as well enjoy it while I can because 2 weeks from now I will be sharing a small¬†apartment¬†with 6-ish other individuals. G’luck with that one…

love always – Emmi