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:

  1. 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) 

  2. “Vibing” is now a part of my vocabulary 

  3. 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 

  4. “I don't understand how you had a life before you knew me. I just don’t get how that could be possible”.  - Morgan

  5. We share an affinity for aggressive or maybe even borderline hurtful sarcasm.  (insert throw up sound)

  6. Toothbrush talk - iykyk 

  7. 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


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