"Parting is such sad sorrow." I'm not sure who said it first, me or my cousin Aimee, but whoever did said it well. Parting is not sweet sorrow. It isn't sweet at all. It is sad. Very sad. Change is hard...good, but hard. And sad. Have I mentioned that already?
Why the somber post? Well, my roommate moved into her new apartment on Monday. She is going to be teaching at a school located at our old school campus next year, and as a result she needs to live back in the part of Chengdu where we used to live. Sadly, I need to stay in the part of Chengdu where we live now. As a result, we can't live together. Logical, but sad.
I've mentioned my roommate a few times on this blog, I'm sure, but I don't know if I've ever told you our story. Sarah and I are complete opposites. She is the yang to my yin. The quiet to my loud. The thinking to my verbal processing. If I am an extreme extrovert, she is the extreme introvert. And no one ever thought that us living together would work. It really shouldn't if you think about it. But it does.
Sarah gets me. Our first few months were rocky as we adjusted to living together. I learned to think a bit more, she learned to talk a bit more. I love that, now, there is nothing better to end a stressful day than going home and decompressing about it over tea and something on hulu with my roommate. Whether its out and about in the city or a quiet evening in our neighborhood, there really is no one I'd rather spend time with here than her. Sarah and I have become best friends over the course of our two years as roommates.
And now we're not roommates anymore.
I know, I get overly sentimental. We will be living in the same city, and will see each other at least a few times a month, so we will still be close. But things will never be the same.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate change?
Location: Chengdu, China
Local Time (CST -- GMT+8): 5:44 p.m. (6/4/2014)
Auburn Time (PST -- GMT-7): 2:44 a.m. (6/4/2014)
Why the somber post? Well, my roommate moved into her new apartment on Monday. She is going to be teaching at a school located at our old school campus next year, and as a result she needs to live back in the part of Chengdu where we used to live. Sadly, I need to stay in the part of Chengdu where we live now. As a result, we can't live together. Logical, but sad.
I've mentioned my roommate a few times on this blog, I'm sure, but I don't know if I've ever told you our story. Sarah and I are complete opposites. She is the yang to my yin. The quiet to my loud. The thinking to my verbal processing. If I am an extreme extrovert, she is the extreme introvert. And no one ever thought that us living together would work. It really shouldn't if you think about it. But it does.
Sarah gets me. Our first few months were rocky as we adjusted to living together. I learned to think a bit more, she learned to talk a bit more. I love that, now, there is nothing better to end a stressful day than going home and decompressing about it over tea and something on hulu with my roommate. Whether its out and about in the city or a quiet evening in our neighborhood, there really is no one I'd rather spend time with here than her. Sarah and I have become best friends over the course of our two years as roommates.
And now we're not roommates anymore.
I know, I get overly sentimental. We will be living in the same city, and will see each other at least a few times a month, so we will still be close. But things will never be the same.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate change?
Sarah and I with our favorite Korean star in our elevator :)
Crazy Hair Day 2014
#thatsmyroommate
Location: Chengdu, China
Local Time (CST -- GMT+8): 5:44 p.m. (6/4/2014)
Auburn Time (PST -- GMT-7): 2:44 a.m. (6/4/2014)
