hollow echoes...
One week ago, my roommate returned from Trinidad with his fiance. Yesterday they moved out and into their new apartment. The living room is bare. No couch, no TV, no kitchen table. My footsteps reverberate off the walls and ceiling. For an moment, for some reason, it was quite sad.
Over the past week, I haven't had the chance to speak with my roommate all that often because he has been occupied with work, moving details, and his fiance. She was at the new place while my he was rounding up things here with the movers. We got in a few words. He told me that he was very, very tired, but that things are great. He said it was time to open up a new chapter in his life; it was time to move his focus from self, schooling, and work to relationships and family. Perhaps it is my time for a change in paradigm?
Soon perhaps, but not quite yet :).
Over the past week, I haven't had the chance to speak with my roommate all that often because he has been occupied with work, moving details, and his fiance. She was at the new place while my he was rounding up things here with the movers. We got in a few words. He told me that he was very, very tired, but that things are great. He said it was time to open up a new chapter in his life; it was time to move his focus from self, schooling, and work to relationships and family. Perhaps it is my time for a change in paradigm?
Soon perhaps, but not quite yet :).