I am sitting in my living room, alone. Until Saturday, I am back to living here with only one other roommate. And when the roommate moves in, who knows? I don't really know her. I don't really know my current roommate either; Jen works more than I do (I know, crazy) so I never see her.
Chelsea is gone which means no comforting sounds of someone in the kitchen when I wake up, no lights on when I come home. No one to help me eat the big pot of pasta I made for lunches last night, no one to curl up on the couch with and watch Game of Thrones. No one to check my outfits and make sure I don't leave the house looking ridiculous, no one to belt Carrie Underwood with me in the kitchen.
I was lucky to have a roommate who was also my friend, but now I feel doubly lonely. I guess this is the time to put on my big girl panties, look lonely in the face and say, "Hi there. I'm Olivia. I'm thinking you might be around for a while, so please come in. Make yourself at home."
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