My roommate is officially moving out as of the end of the month.
For all intents and purposes, she’s already gone now. She’s just got a few things left in the house. She had planned to move out at the end of the year, but due to a family crisis, needed to leave a month early.
It’s nice having my space back, but I’m going to miss the extra income, and I’m going to miss having someone else around, even with all of the frustrations of sharing my space.
But even with all the talk of money lately, with the proposals floating around Congress that will hurt my financial situation as a federal employee, with all the talk of the 99% and people occupying various cities, I have trouble bringing myself to care.
In the next few weeks, my roommate is going to lose someone very important to her, someone who will die decades before their time.
And that puts everything into perspective and reminds me just how lucky I am.