I have yet to live alone. Roommates can be hard to adjust to, but ultimately roommates have the potential to become a quasi-family. You look out for one another. Anytime there are plans to go out, you leave together and come home together. I lucked out this year in Ottawa. Not planning to move back, I ended up returning to complete a Masters program at Carleton and it was nerve-wrecking to try to find a place to live. My old Apartment – of 4 years – leased to new students. Luckily, my good friend Rick had a spare room – well office – that I could call my home.
That’s not to say that I will never live on my own.
It has become a goal of mine to live in a condo in the heart of the city (obviously Toronto) once I land a permanent job. It is hard to distinguish when in my life that will be. I am planning to travel once I’ve accomplished my MA. BUT it will happen.
Life as a roommate is awesome. True, it can be hard to compromise and remain considerate of others at times. But, I have been lucky enough to – for the most part – always live with good friends. Ones that I continue to remain close with. Sadly, my time with one of them is coming to an end. Cammie is moving to Toronto to pursue he career as a Teacher.
So, Cammie…this one’s for you. A tribute.
I am going to miss seeing your face everyday.
Making fun of – or harassing? – Rick (Our other roommate & Cammie’s boyfriend. 3 girls versus 1 man hasn’t always ended well.)
Making loud noises together.
Laughing until we cry because we did the same dance move unintentionally.
Finding out ANOTHER aspect of our lives, opinions, or circumstances that:
ARE THE SAME!
Watching YouTube until it hurts, or creeping on Facebook for that matter.
Dreaming of how our bodies can AND WILL look like Adrianna Lima’s & Doutzen Kroes’.
Talking about English Literature…the books we’ve read and the past Professor’s we’ve had at Carleton.
Planning our outfits together.
Sharing what we’ve bought…and bragging about the deals we found.
Roommates share most of their time at home together, and without them an emptiness impedes on your daily life. People move on, and you can’t completely go back to the moments you shared together as a result of living in the same house. It is a bond that is unbreakable, and you learn the most about the people you live with. For better or for worse.
Love you Cammie, safe travels to your – old – but new again home in Toronto.