You know, sometimes I think if I had a roommate (other than Zipsie) things might be easier. I could pay half the rent and utilities. I could talk to humans after long days staring at books and computers. I could hang out with someone when my other friends go to stupid Missouri. But even with all those considerations, I'm just not up for it. I feel like it's better just living alone. Today I realized why.
It's because no matter who I might find to be my roommate, she would never be this girl:
I've missed Kate so much lately. I'm still heartbroken over not making it to her wedding. I miss our teamwork changing lightbulbs that neither of us were tall enough to reach. I miss her bug. I miss a refrigerator full of leftovers because Kate never went out to eat without bringing something home. I miss the girl that introduced me to Cafe Rio. I miss talking to someone who knew all about the musicals I choreographed. I miss Kate when I listen to He is We. I miss the girl that paid for TiVo for two years before finally setting it up just months before we moved out. I miss coming home from work to find random paintings in the living room. I miss Kate when I look at the Audrey Hepburn picture hanging in my apartment.
I was so happy today when I walked back to my computer at work and saw a gchat from Kate, telling me she'd updated her blog just for me. When she said just for me, I thought she meant because I always tell her to blog. But really, she mean
just for me. I feel so loved :)
Now if only I could get that girl to tweet...
