Lent Day: Something: Inspired, Not Really But At Least It's Something

Some things are easier when you live with someone.

Take eating healthy for example. I am often struck by the urge to buy something healthy like Romaine lettuce or fruit etc. Then I simply let it sit in my refrigerator for about a month until I'm struck by the more attainable goal of cleaning and it gets thrown out.

I think if I lived with another person who also knew the salad was in the fridge it might actually get eaten.

Eating unhealthy is also easier when you live with someone. That way when you bake a cake (like I did this week) you don't have to eat the whole thing almost entirely by yourself (thanks CB and Joel Rudy for the help).

Giving up media is easier when you have someone around to interact with. Between conversations or television I would choose conversation, even if it wasn't Lent.

I miss my roomies from college, Jenny, Ashten, and Tara. Miss going to Walmart on Tuesdays. Chinese take out and movie nights and helping each other with projects, listening to speeches, proofing papers. Yelling at each other and dancing in the living room. Shared excitement over Jane Austen and movies and books and life stuff. Piles of dirty dishes that can't be contained in the sink until we finally break down and load the dishwasher. Having to go into my room for some alone time. Catching certain people singing Disney songs in the shower. Quotes and inside jokes and La Caretta's and Thaddeus and Randall coming over to hang out. Thanksgiving dinner.

I miss living five minutes away from the Schneiders. Two-Movie Tuesdays. The screened in porch and mimosa tree. Talking to Caroline when she got home at night. Watching the sun come up over the field because I didn't go to bed. Drying clothes on the clothesline. Going to the Schneiders for TV night on Mondays and eating dinner with them. Spending hours on the porch swing watching birds and bugs and the breeze. Picking wildflowers. Cooking in a tiny kitchen. Keeping all my clothes in the World's Second Tiniest Closet (Zach currently has the First, it's not even deep enough for hangers). Watching the light change across the floor and walking barefoot on the warm planks.

I spent 2 years soaking up memories because I knew I would need them.

All this being said, I am praying for a roomate for next year.