open cupboards, crumbs and leftover coffee

So this post idea was given tongue in cheek, but I’m going to write about it anyway.

Almost 20 years ago, after my first year of university, I needed to find a new place to live. And I couldn’t afford to live by myself so I was looking for a roommate too. My then boyfriend and I did a weekend blitz looking for a place for me. I can’t remember how many places we looked at, but it was a lot. We happened along a place at 10 Mile Point that was pretty appealing. I honestly can’t remember what my exact first impression of my future roommate was, but it must have been good because as the story goes, my boyfriend was busy telling her how I was going to think about it when I walked into the kitchen and said “I’ll take it”.

We only lived together for about two years, but it’s turned into a 20 year relationship that has been a bit of a ride. There have been marriage breakups, miscarriages, babies born, new relationships, family deaths, dogs, cats, dead bunnies, other let’s say “interesting” roommates, a period of time when we were pissed off at each other and didn’t speak, and an even longer period of time when we were so caught up in our own lives that we heard from each other maybe once a year, if that.

Then along came Twitter. Or more accurately, an invitation to follow her on Twitter. I accepted right away, and that has opened the door to the relationship again. I have been able to catch little snippets of her life, and we finally saw each other recently, after not seeing each other for over three years.

So this post isn’t so much about the best roommate ever (although she was), but more about how happy I am that we have reconnected. Sure, it’s mostly been electronically, but that’s a whole lot better than nothing.