This past week, another roommate moved out, and a new one moved in.
A little context. I moved to my current dwelling in 2012. It has three bedrooms. The master bedroom goes to the landlord, I have one, and the third has had a handful of roommates over the past three years. I'm not even sure I can remember all their names, either.
There was the guy who juiced everything. I really don't remember why he moved out or what he's moved onto.
There was the dude who worked at the theater and had a medical marijuana prescription. His grandmother left him some money in her will with the stipulation that he had to go to college. So he moved out to do exactly that.
There was the lady who just moved out. She's a nurse, and she moved out to move closer to her work. One of the family members of one of her cases is highly allergic to cat fur, and since the landlord has a fairly affectionate cat at the house, she needed to get away from the little fuzzball.
There may have been a couple others who didn't even last a week before finding something more convenient, someplace cheaper, or something else.
Now there's a new guy, a freelance translator who works largely with hospitals, but some legal and other various associations as well.
I'm not even sure where I'm going with this. Is it me? Is it the landlord? Is it really these opportunities for them? When will the time be right for me to move out and move on with my life? I'm not even getting ants in the pants to leave the place, though if I had more brains I suppose I would. My landlord roomie is certainly a belfry full of bats half the time, but when push comes to shove, he's someone who'll shock you and make you glad you had him in your corner. Plus, I really love the cat. When I do move out, the cat's coming with me. My significant other and I like to joke about how it'll be the three of us when we finally get a place of our own.
As for the other roommates, I don't know if I made any impact in their lives, and I'm not even sure if they impacted mine. Just a weird, almost ethereal feeling as I see people come and go. Am I numb to it all? Have I grown enough to not be jealous of their moving on to better things? Am I depressed that I don't feeling anything more? Am I weak person for not moving out sooner?
Truth is I don't know. This is as much me looking for an excuse to have something to post in my personal blog after not writing anything for all of 2014. Do I really need another reason beyond that? Perhaps, but since I pontificate considerably more on my other blog, I thought I'd share a personal sentiment. And that sentiment is, one room causes doldrums, one causes new chapters.
Maybe next time I should switch rooms.
No comments:
Post a Comment