It’s been two months since I had my apartment to myself. There have been visitors from all over the country, my sister’s family, aunts, uncles and for a while I even had a fake-roommate. In all the craziness I don’t think it even hit me that my roommate for the past year moved out last Monday. Maybe that is because her stuff is still scattered throughout the apartment for all intensive purposes she moved out last Monday into her first house with her boyfriend. (Ugh, I knew I should have never introduced them.)
Rebecca was an awesome roommate. We actually met in Grade 5 in New Brunswick and went all through public school together until we graduated high school. During University we would see each other on occasion but hardly at all. It was only because a random series of events that she ended up being my roommate here in Calgary and even though it was only for a year we have made some really great memories. Bon Jovi would be proud. (Extra points to whomever got the Bon Jovi reference.)
It was funny cause I went to her house this weekend and stumbled upon her yearbook. Seven years ago I wrote: “Thanks for always keeping me in.” We chuckled because we all know that she still does. She never let me get to dramatic. She was awesome at keeping things in perspective and was always willing to listen to me. (As long as it wasn’t during Y&R)
We’ve also gone on lots of adventures together. Whether it’s been a weekend in the mountains or across the pacific ocean to the Hawaiian Islands she was always great to travel with because she let me take as many pictures as I wanted. And while everyone else was complaining, she would simply say: “Listen, Michael takes alot of pictures, deal with it because you all know you’ll want them when we get back.”
So while she’ll still be in Calgary, I think it took this first night in my apartment alone to realize that whenever my new roommate moves in it just won’t be the same.
Oh and I know that I can write all this mushy stuff cause she has never once read this blog. Whenever I talk to her about it, I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m talking about some sort of growth on my body and she stops listening. And that is exactly I love her!
Oh….this is also what reminded me of my roommate moving out:
Ahh the Bachelor’s fridge.
I never realized how much living with a girl affected my eating habits. Right now my fridge is scarce. If you look closely you’ll see the following: Corona, ketchup (for all the frozen food in the freezer), take out, cold pizza, skim milk (because I like to be healthy), a big thing of pickles, and yes I do have fruit in there: there are four plums. I need to go grocery shopping, or to McDonalds.