Over the course of the last three years, you’d think I’d have gotten used to roommates moving out. I have quite a string of them, but this weekend is still one filled with sadness and big gaping holes where furniture used to sit. An empty house just seems bigger than one that is full of room mates.
Still the inevitable march of life continues on, and you can’t just keep partying with your friends forever. Of course, they are taking steps towards a new life by getting their own place, just in time for the birth of their baby son, the mino-baby Gilbert.
There might actually be a little bit of an argument over who has the legal right to name a baby.
Still, now that they have officially moved out, the hose seems huge an empty in a way that it hasn’t felt in a long time. There is a still silence to it all.
Fortunately, it only has to last a couple of weeks before my new room mates (aka my parents) move in.
In the meantime, I’m going to try my best to use the peace and quiet to get some real writing done.