There is something unique about sharing a room with someone - an unspoken bond of sorts. You grow to learn their routines and all of the little quirks in between. For these 9 months I have the burden...wait…sorry...the honor of sharing a room with Morgan. She’s the first face I see in the morning and the last before bed. In just two short months I have accumulated some thoughts/observations about what it is like to be roommates with Morgan:
Our mutual love for a box fan. Honestly this could have been a deal breaker for me - the white noise and air flow are essential (if you are anti-box fan - check your heart)
“Vibing” is now a part of my vocabulary
By the end of these 9 months I am not sure if our room will look more like a bedroom or a plant store - check back in with me on that one
“I don't understand how you had a life before you knew me. I just don’t get how that could be possible”. - Morgan
We share an affinity for aggressive or maybe even borderline hurtful sarcasm. (insert throw up sound)
Toothbrush talk - iykyk
Most importantly: her sweet, gentle, and selfless spirit. Even on my worst days, Morgan can find a way to make me laugh, smile, and feel at peace and that is something I am grateful for.
Here’s to 7 more months living within the same walls...maybe...just maybe I’ll like her by the end.
Morgan’s roommate,
Sara