to a new chapter of life.
Fact: I’ve lived alone for 6 years.
Fact: Since last summer’s trip to Croc, MX with my church, I’ve been wanting to “live in community”
Fact: It is harding doing than it is saying.
In June after being in a slum outside Monterrey, I saw a sense of camaraderie of those living together and I wanted that in my life. Almost all of my Christian friends live in community, I felt like I was missing a key part of life: sharing, bonding, working out differences, “livin”
In August I met my future roommate at our annual church pilgrimage. She sat down at the table that I was eating breakfast at and we clicked automatically. We hung out, we started an impact group together, we decided to live together. . . in a 2-bedroom bungalow built in the 40’s (i.e.: tiny closets, galley kitchen, leaky basement, 1 bathroom). She has also lived alone for the past couple years so both of us have been “feeling out” the new situation we’ve put ourselves into. She has a rambunctious 1 1/2 y.o. male dog that still needs some direction, I have a garden that I’m exited about this year. The 2 dogs get along great, the cats are still hoping he’ll leave soon. I forget how hard it must be for her to move into to a house that I’ve made my home for in the past 4 years. She’s wondering where she can put things, where does her food go, what’s the new morning routine, why must her dog be a “bull in a china cabinet”. Again, I forget. I ran off for 8 days for vacation, thinking she’d settle in. . . she didn’t. . . . Now I get it, and I need to work harder (or just more pay more attention) and help her make this her home as well. It’s a work in progress.
But all great things in life are. . . . . . . .
s Said:
on June 19, 2008 at 3:06 pm
I hope everything is working with your new roomie. It’s a huge adjustment, and it’s hard to change and share space once you’ve lived in your own bubble for years…
It’s a lot like marriage in a way, give a little, take a little. Try not to kill each other, heh heh.