*Sigh*
This afternoon, my landlord/apartment-mate mentionned that she'd like to know what myself and my roommate are doing next year. We're obviously staying here in Montreal, but she said she didn't want to assume we had both decided to stay here in the apartment, just in case we were planning to move. This didn't strike me as strange, but then my roommate mentionned that she felt a little cramped.
We share a small room in the apartment, and since there isn't room for two beds, we have a bunk bed. We share the closet, the dresser, the desk, the bookshelf, and all the space in between. I thought it was a pretty good deal... it was tough at first (because being an only child I've never shared a room, or my space), but I feel good about it after 4 months. I've really enjoyed living in this place.
I didn't realize she felt this way. I told her that I needed some time to think. And I really have a lot to think about. I'm left wondering if my roommate really does prefer to have more of her own space, or if it's something I've done that makes her not want to share a room with me anymore. I take up a lot of space: at least half of the closet. We have different sleep schedules: I go to bed early most nights (11-12ish) and get up around 7 (even on weekends). My roommate usually goes to bed late-ish (around 1 or 2am, later on weekends) and gets up around 8 or 9. I'm a little cluttered. I leave piles of paper on the dresser in our room, and it usually stays there for a couple weeks.
*Sigh* This is stressing me out... and when I'm stressed, I eat. I gobbled down a brownie, a bowl of cereal, bread and jam and a whole bag of chocolate covered raisins.
I'm thinking that if anyone's going to move, it should be me. My landlord and my roommate are both staff with C4C and had lived together for a year before I got here.
Here we go... I can't wait to see what happens with this one.
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2 comments:
Wow...you remind me of myself...my roommate and I also have bunkbeds and I take up way more than half the closet...and the piles of paper. Yup, I do that too. Not to mention the eating like crazy when I'm stressed... I understand your pain!
*HUG*hug*HUG*hug*HUG*
I hadn't seen this before I talked to you. *hug*
I love you. (I wish that you could just move whereever I ended up next year, so we could be roomies!)
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