Friday, December 17, 2010

The Roommate

Brody has been living with me since March. When he moved in, it was only going to be until July. It's almost Christmas.
The "odd couple" relationship has had it's ups and downs. Brody is 27. He can go out until 2:30 and get to work by 9am. I cannot. It would be fine if our bedrooms were at opposite ends of the apartment. They are not. So I hear him rattling the door, talking on his phone, tossing his boots on the floor. Sometimes I roll over and fall back to sleep. Sometimes I lie in bed and slowly burn. And sometimes I get up, hair wild, kimono flying and screech at him and whatever friends he has brought home for a sleep over.
I know what you're thinking... Brody, the salope. (fr) No, honestly, he and his friends are like puppies: three to the bed. Snoring, passed out, quiet...finally.
But overall, the experience has been awesome. And it has made our relationship stronger. Now if he'd only clean up his room!