How quickly a place becomes home. 3 years. I’ve only been in this white-walled apartment for 3 years, but it’s the place that I’m comfortable. I’ve gotten so spoiled with getting to come home and sit on the floor of my best friend’s room while we talk about our days and life. Our messy cupboards are evidence of a busy kitchen. A wreath is always on our door. My roommate makes our house festively Christmasy every December. I love thelong walks around the neighborhood that have built some of my dearest friendships through discussions on family, faith, and past and future. The impromptu roommate dinners and movie nights. The particular spot on the particular couch where I do my devotions each morning. The windowsill that the cat perches on. Lily and Gil racetracking around the living room, stealing each other’s food and their perfect ‘sibling’ relationship. My long runs on winding, hilly roads in rural Ohio with the cars and the cows.
But when it comes down to it, I can’t believe that in a few short months my roommate of 3 years will be in Columbus… Iam going to miss telling her basically about everything in my life. I’m going to miss the level of community and friendship. I went to see my apartment for next year and am so stoked about the roommates I’ll have and they are a total God-send. Such a blessing and I think it’ll foster great friendships! And I’m beyond excited about how it all worked out so quickly. But as I stared at my new ‘resident application’ I was sobered to think about all that will change over the next 6 months.
