Good things
(Apologies for all the moving-related posts, but life lately is consumed by, well, moving.)
As I get ready to leave the house where I’ve lived in suburban south Everett for almost exactly a year and a half, I’m trying to focus on the positive.
There is so much negative that I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for weeks, like some little kid making a wish in a car in a tunnel, eyes closed, feet lifted off the mat.
I would be remiss if I didn’t mention some of the good things my roommates have done for me in the past 18 months.
They helped me lift heavy things. They opened jars. They checked up on me whenever I went out, making sure I came back home and wasn’t kidnapped in a trunk somewhere.
They helped me with my car, especially my old car that required near-constant oil-and-coolant infusions. They gave me rides to the airport. They picked me up from parties when my scheduled rides fell through.
They invited me to parties. They introduced me to their friends. They included me in their lives.
They listened to me whine, rant and ramble. They didn’t judge my bad habits, not too much.
They’re good people, way different kinds of people than those I met in college, or through journalism, or even in the Tri-Cities. Just … normal dudes.
They broadened my horizons, and I hope I broadened theirs.
And if nothing else, living with men has proven to be an excellent deterrent to getting married too soon.
Life lessons … aw shucks, guys.
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the rikkipoo
I like newspapers and cardio.
Moving in the right direction for sure.