Wow, so very much to tell...
I'll start at the end, because that's the biggest/most important part.
I got home at about 3:30 last night. I go into my room, turn on the lights, and the first thing I see is a big note on my bed. It's from John, Adrienne's and my friend, and it says, rather cryptically: "Call me. I'll explain everything," with a postscript telling me if it's after 2:00am to just check my email for said explanation. Understandably puzzled, I dropped my bag and jacket on the bed. And look up at the rest of the room. And all my roommate's stuff is cleared off and packed away--nothing on the walls or her dresser or desk, and boxes piled everywhere. Adrienne is gone, apparently for good.
Emails from both John and Adrienne, and Adrienne's lj post, cleared everything up. Adrienne's been having some serious problems (none of which is my right to tell), and so she's gone home for the rest of the semester. She's coming back in the fall, but for the next four weeks I am roommate-less. I'm mad and a little sad (That was an unfortunate rhyme...), because since I was gone all weekend, I didn't get to see her and say goodbye or anything, and I feel bad (christ...) because I wasn't there to help her with all the shit that went down the past couple of days. And I guess I wasn't really there for any of the shit that went down the whole year, which makes me feel like a pretty shitty roommate, but, I don't know, if she didn't want to tell me and open up to me, I didn't want to stick my nose in and pry. I just wish I could have been there for her.
So now I have to figure out what to do with all the bareness on Adrienne's side, because it's really depressing me...
I got home at about 3:30 last night. I go into my room, turn on the lights, and the first thing I see is a big note on my bed. It's from John, Adrienne's and my friend, and it says, rather cryptically: "Call me. I'll explain everything," with a postscript telling me if it's after 2:00am to just check my email for said explanation. Understandably puzzled, I dropped my bag and jacket on the bed. And look up at the rest of the room. And all my roommate's stuff is cleared off and packed away--nothing on the walls or her dresser or desk, and boxes piled everywhere. Adrienne is gone, apparently for good.
Emails from both John and Adrienne, and Adrienne's lj post, cleared everything up. Adrienne's been having some serious problems (none of which is my right to tell), and so she's gone home for the rest of the semester. She's coming back in the fall, but for the next four weeks I am roommate-less. I'm mad and a little sad (That was an unfortunate rhyme...), because since I was gone all weekend, I didn't get to see her and say goodbye or anything, and I feel bad (christ...) because I wasn't there to help her with all the shit that went down the past couple of days. And I guess I wasn't really there for any of the shit that went down the whole year, which makes me feel like a pretty shitty roommate, but, I don't know, if she didn't want to tell me and open up to me, I didn't want to stick my nose in and pry. I just wish I could have been there for her.
So now I have to figure out what to do with all the bareness on Adrienne's side, because it's really depressing me...