This is what it's going to be like pretty soon. Pretty soon being less than two weeks.
(Just got home from the mama of all road trips: Baltimore, Charleston, SC, and then rural Pennsylvania. I smell, my eyes are baggy, my back hurts a little bit, and I'm going to stay home for at least a week and a half. The remaining housemate is off to a wedding. That's why I'm pretending to be Macaulay Culkin.)
Instead of hearing the welcoming sound of car-arriving, I'll mistakenly look up at the sound of the washer changing gears. I'll get to do all my own dishes. I'll have the mailbox removed and start using a p.o. box. I will inherit all cleaning responsibilities. Maybe it is time, as S. said, for me to be alone with God. To clear away some of the distractions. Kick some of the addictions. Figure out what takes the place of Jesus in my life. Yep, the season of housemates is over. I look at the horizon two weeks away and wonder what's coming down the road.
And I wonder why that dream last night was full of me saying, in dreamlike fashion, 'I'm going to be married in two days.' I'm not close to that.
Posted by mike at June 5, 2004 09:57 PMIf you really want to do dishes, you can drive to Louisiana and so mine and my roommates. We would appreciate it.
Posted by: Christin at June 6, 2004 12:10 AMMike, as a former rommate of yours, I'm wondering if one of the addictions your talking about is Tina Turner. I can still remember the poster of her you had. How long did I live with you? 6 months? I don't remember much except sleeping on the floor and trying to coordinate times when we could have a date over.
Posted by: andyp at June 6, 2004 01:28 AM