Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Monday, February 06, 2006 Having housemates/roommates/flatmates/suitemates are great. It's great to come home from work and have someone who gets you and your strange sense of humour. Someone to shoot the breeze with over any topic. Someone to make random comments to while watching "My Name is Earl". I've been fortunate enough to have good roommates my entire life. I've never had to deal with the "nightmare roommates from hell". The ones that seem to be very common in movies. Let's take a short jaunt down memory lane, yes? First year university: Shared a room in the biggest residence at McMaster University with N. She was this cute blonde who had a great sense of style and great taste in music. Someone exactly like me..hehe. Well she was the Caucasian version of me. We got along great, but never became close friends. We were never at a loss for words though, whenever we bumped into each other on campus throughout the next 5 years. Second year university: Moved out of the Res life and into this cute little house with 3 other girls I had met in first year. Every natural hair colour was represented in this house: two brunettes, one blonde, and a redhead. This was definitely an interesting year. C (the other brunette) and I got along famously. We still keep in touch and are really good friends to this day. The other two were best friends when we all moved in and became mortal enemies by the end of the year. I learned a lot that year. I learned how to cook, how to share one phone line between 4 girls, how to share one bathroom between 4 girls. Third year: Since everyone went their separate ways after second year, I moved in with a bunch of graduate students. Prime location, gorgeous old-fashioned house. All girls again, but this time, things remained civil..mostly because we were all pretty much strangers. I was hardly home this year. It was my first year coming out a long-term relationship. I partied a lot and my housemates eventually wondered if I had moved out. Fourth year: All the grad students graduated and moved out! I had the house all the myself and I recruited my friends to move in. Two of my guy buddies moved in with me, along with a high school friend that I had recently reconnected with. This year was jokes! I loved my housemates. It was the first time living in a co-ed house and it was so good to get some testosterone injected into the mix. A year of screams, laughs, tears, and good food. Fifth year: One of the guys decided he wanted to live somewhere new. So we had a new girl move in with us. Poor A, he was stuck in a house of girls, but I think he still enjoyed it. He was the guy, so he had to do all the "guy stuff" like fix broken toilets, remove dead mice, kill spiders. But I don't think he minded too much. We've all graduated and I've lost touch with most of my housemates but A. He is one cool dude and I miss him. He's far away now since he's moved off to B.C. this year, but our MSN convos always make me laugh. Grown-up Life: After about a year at my company, they shipped me off to the East coast. I did some searches on the internet for people who had an extra room in their apartment. I met 'M online and I could tell from our emails that we'd get along great. We met in person and a week later, I moved in with her and S. Quite possibly the best strangers-turned-roommates I've ever had. 'M and I shopped, held Sopranos marathons, had girly nights in, and super-fun nights out. My four months on the East coast flew by. Memory lanes are the ultimate. Labels: Nostalgia posted by Jenn | 6:03 PM |
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