Who you live with is a big deal. It's whether they balk at your eating their ice cream (or yogurt), if they lock the cat out in the rain, and if they put down the toilet seat. It's hard to put your finger on exactly how we lump along - or don't. But you feel it in every conversation.
One of my housemates is moving out. It's a months sooner than I expected -- I had asked him to start looking a few weeks ago. But he took our chat to heart and has found a new place with great folks in a part of town that's tony, and close to downtown.
So there's some sadness in the house. He's been here a year and has good relationships with the other housemates. I feel a mix of sadness, relief, and financial anxiety. I will trust that I will be able to swing home ownership without the extra income. And I will move out of the dining room and into the master bedroom, with a closet, with shelves, and a window that lets enough light in I can do my makeup in the morning and not turn on lamps during the day.
It's all good, and it's all happening at once, and it's the best thing for everyone. Although the cat will miss rubbing herself on his sweaty clothes. She's a freak for man dirt.
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