Tonight I came home from work to find a card from Beth in my mail. It was one of the nicest notes I've received in a long time and it truly made my day. It also made me miss having a roommate. While I love living in the city and having my own place, there's nothing that quite replaces having someone in the next room to run over to in moments of boredom or excitement or sadness, to laugh with, giggle with, and rant with. Now I have to rely on my own (sometimes unreliable) fashion sense when I'm getting dressed to go out, and there's no one to help eat the leftovers from last night's dinner. I think the best part for me of having a roommate, particularly one like Beth, was the intimacy of being able to tell her anything about what was going on in my life. She was my sounding board, always with a thoughtful response to anything I said. It will be difficult to find that kind of unwavering support and confidentiality elsewhere and I'm partly glad of it, because it makes me appreciate that much more the roles we played in one another's lives. There's very little you can hide from someone who's seen you at your worst - but the best part is, a friend like Beth will still accept you for who you are, without judgment, and without asking any more or less of you.
On a side note, I want my hair to be this long again!!
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