There are tangled, matted wads of hair everywhere
Someone left their bras on the kitchen counter again
I’m pretty sure we had more red wine yesterday
Didn’t even bother putting the wine glasses in the sink?
In an apartment of five roommates, you learn to cherish the calm, quiet moments of solitude captured in the most unexpected of hours. It’s seven in the evening, and our common room is filled with silence, and its only occupant is me. A ruckus of clomping down the stairs and of voices pitched higher than normal pull me out of that calm moment.
It’s three of my roommates interrupting the silence to make tea. Two of them are going at it, back and forth.
My first time working on Christmas was today, and it wasn’t the end of the world. I knew my parents wouldn’t be entirely pleased, and I wasn’t looking forward to spending my day behind the counter either. But I’ve made it.