The roommates are driving me bananas. I love this house, and I'm certainly glad to at least be living with dudes*, but I never wanted roommates. Of course it was a move of immediate necessity, so none of us had much of a choice (30 day notice to vacate old apartments where we were neighbors, due to sale of property).
I don't know... I just miss my space. And I miss being able to go to the kitchen in the middle of the night in whatever state of undress was the style at the time.
This house is for sale, and I wish so badly that I could buy it. Oh well.
*Ladies, if we're friends, you're in a rare club. I am so much more comfortable around guys - which probably makes me a tramp.
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Just that one line from "Hallelujah" makes me cry.
And I get you about space. You can come crash mine if you ever need to.
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