I absolutely made a Bone Thugs reference. The song plays in my head repeatedly each month on the first so, it's about time it made it into this blog.
The month of hot cocoa, pumpkin spice lattes, Halloween, apple picking and hay rides -- In my opinion, all of the very best things, happen in October and this particular October will go down in history as one of the greatest months of my life.
My best friend just moved in with me to our little house on the East Side of CLE.
Actually, best friend doesn't really do it justice. She is my soul mate. My sister. I have known her since I was in elementary school and I have loved her ever since. Everything that I am not, she is. She is book smart, and hilarious, silly and never embarrassed of anything. She is strong willed and has an incredible ability to bounce back from anything. She will make friends with just about anyone, and is never too busy to listen to your problems or just to sit with you while you vent, cry, scream or fall into a full fledged panic attack.
I couldn't be happier that after all these years the two of us twenty-something girls are living together as roommates.
I lived alone for most of my college years. Freshman year I made an awful choice in a roommate and unfortunately, lived with that mistake for 12 months too long. After that, I made a promise to myself that I was done living with girls. And I kept that promise until this week.
What if you fight? What if you're different, like she's clean and you're messy? What if you get sick of each other?
Well, if we fight- we'll get over it. In our years of friendship I can only remember fighting twice. And it looks like we made it through those, right? So, as level-headed adults now (or at least that's what I pretend to be) I'm pretty sure we will be fine.
We are both messy. And get sick of her? No way.
You get the point. I am not at all worried about rooming with my best friend. I am excited, thrilled, happy and relieved that we are finally, after all these years, under the same roof.
Yesterday, I had an awful day. I came home from class in tears, and instead of being alone, I knew my best friend would be at the door to give me a hug and talk me down. What could be better then that?
So, this October is the start of a great thing. Our relationship as friends is about to change completely, only for the better. And when we are eighty-five and telling our grand kids the stories of our past, those stories will have happened in this house.
We have everything ahead of us. There is no where to go but up.
And I can't wait...