I'm just two days away from moving in with Darryl, and I've come up with an interesting look at my previous living situations, based on when I had my picture taken with the roommates.
This is the last picture I have of me with Lars. It is the only one. And Nicole is between us. We lived together in the same room in rez for 8 months, and our only picture was taken on day 5. We chatted online during the summer before living together [thanks, uOttawa] and we got along fantastically. But I guess sharing 110 square feet of space with another person is a bit of a challenge. We were definitely the biggest roommate conflict on the floor. The first few days went well [as noted by the aforementioned photo with Nicole, as we embarked upon a late-night adventure], but things got bad quickly. We finally moved out of rez in April 2006. In October 2008, we apologized to each other for being douchebags, via Facebook.
This is the last picture taken of me with Krista [looking quite snazzy!]. I met her because I had 5 weeks to find an apartment before school started, and she had an apartment across the street from school. I said all the right things as she interviewed me with her two best friends, and it was mine. Things were good with us at the beginning, and then she began to encroach upon my space way too much. I invited her home for Thanksgiving, since she wasn't going home to Newfoundland. That was a bit aggravating, and my mom stupidly opened her mouth and invited Krista to Christmas as well. Which was a pain in the freaking ass. Things continued to slide, I began to tell her to stop doing *insert thing here*. But then she decided she'd go to Alberta for the summer, which left me alone for the last few months. I have pictures spanning our entire roommateship, so I guess on a whole, it was a fairly good situation. But I will never speak to her again, as I later discovered that she threw out a piece of my mail from the government which was a request for supporting documents for my taxes. This cost me $400 and she was abruptly removed from Facebook. ;)
The terrible thing about the last [and again, only] picture of Tim and I is that it was taken in October 2006... just shortly after I moved in with Krista, and like 11 months before I eventually moved in with Tim. So there was a span of 19 months between this picture of us, and me moving out. Things didn't go so well, as you can imagine. I think I'm hard to live with, even though I keep to myself. But Tim was a fucking slob. Longtime readers will remember the messes he left. Oh, the messes. I was happy to move out, but I missed the walk-in closet. And the huge room. And he would come into my room and play guitar and sing to me, which is frowned upon, as you learned two posts ago.
So, after that fabulous roommate record, I decided to move in with Andrew, who I'd been dating for 14 months. Right after I moved in, I went away for a week on a school trip. A week after that, I broke up with him. To be fair, I shouldn't have moved in, because I saw things going downhill long before it happened. But at that point, I had nowhere else to live. So the first two months were pretty shitty, but we both moved on. He had originally given me 2 months to get out, and then downgraded that to move out whenever I find a decent place, and finally I stayed. It was gone quite well, other than my constant worrying that some dumb small thing meant he hated me and wanted me to move out. By the way, our last picture was taken two weeks before I moved in.
But for once in my life, I'm not dying to get rid of my roommate. The first three move-outs were jubilant, but this one is mixed emotions. Its great that I will be living with Darryl, but I will no longer see Andrew. After seeing him constantly for 2.5 years, even if its just the occasional hello or conversation now, it will be odd to not have him around. Several nights this week, I had dreams involving him. Kind of a recurring dream, where we lived together at my mom's house, and I was packing my stuff to move out, and he was decorating for a Christmas party, so he was decorating my boxes. Such an odd dream.
So, I will miss Andrew. To be honest, I've almost cried about it three times. I don't really know why. But its nice to be walking out of an apartment instead of running for a change. Darryl better be prepared for the roommate challenge! LOL