After a long day of coughing (sick again) and packing I’m looking around at my empty room thinking that I’m glad I haven’t acquired much more than two car-loads of material possessions in this life. I’m moving into my own place, around the corner from where I am right now.
This means that I am done with roommates, forever. Hopefully I will have just one more, of my own choosing, in the not so distant future. But for now I’ve got an indiscriminate amount of time to be living on my own. And, on the whole, I am thrilled about this.
I’ve had long experience in sharing a room/living space and at last count was at an even 40 roommates.
Here are some random memories I’ve had with my various roommates over the years
Sally—One time I fell asleep in your bed without meaning to. You were nice enough to sleep in mine, on the top bunk.
Katie—I used to have dreams where I couldn’t get the phone to stop ringing, but then I would wake up are realize it was your alarm going off for seminary. I think this has given me a life long aversion to loud alarm clocks.
Laura—you were not good at hygiene or pronouncing words with ‘ng’ ending. That drove me nuts, and into the home of my excellent next-door neighbors.
Joni—I thought you were suicidal, but it turned out you just wanted to get married. Glad that has worked out for you.
Quiet Girl I don’t remember
Girl from Virginia…Sara? Jen? Something like that.
Tawnya—In the top 5 funniest people I’ve ever known. Bless you wherever you are.
Colonial House, BYU-I
Lindsay—Sorry I yelled at you and your future husband, but seriously, get a room.
Sarah—my best room-sharer ever. We both liked to sleep in the cold.
Condo Row, BYU
Mean Heather—why were you so mean? It was just a cinnamon roll.
Australia Melbourne Mission
Tukufuka—Looking back on it, Mean Heather was a good prep for you.
Wang 1—First roommate with a serious language barrier. It made for really, really, fun times. Seriously. Hilarious.
Wiltbank—Oldest roommate ever, at 73. How many people can say that? And you are awesome, by the way.
Deer Haven, BYU
Melissa—I’m going to be honest. You are messy.
Suzanne—You call it ‘Short-term memory loss,’ I call it ‘kleptomania.’
So through the good times, the less good times, and even the Mean Heather times, I’ve been grateful for the opportunity to know such a wide variety of interesting, talented, hilarious women during my time as a single adult. I will miss learning from you all. But I am supremely happy that I will never have to wash your dishes ever again.