i’ve shared a room for the majority of my life.
exceptions: before Rachel came along, a brief time during high school, once when my college roommate moved out of the dorm, and when I moved to Nashville by myself.
my roommate/sister just so happened to get married this weekend leaving me to my own room for the first time in 4 years. I forgot how lonely it can be. today I was unable to contact either of my sisters. one in another country, one flying halfway across the world. it’s a weird feeling…
pretty alone day.