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Death of a Roommate: One Year Later

16 Aug

It has officially been a whole year since the discovery of my roommate, dead upstairs, having been laying there for over a week.

Technically it’s not a full year until about 11:30, but still.

This year has probably been the worst year of my life, having had to deal with being homeless for so long, going into and out of relationships, losing friend and having other move away, and having my parents in poor health. Moving has been hard, as adjusting to a new job has been. But I’m optimistic.

I’m looking today to be the end of awful, and the beginning of getting my life back in order.

The death of my roommate has effected me much more than I ever could have imagined, but it has been so subtle it’s deceptive.

At the beginning of this week (the anniversary of him actually killing himself), I made a sudden realization that caused my sleep to be poor for the following days. Saying that I lived with a dead body for a week doesn’t even begin to cover the horror of it. Saying that I lived with a decaying corpseĀ does. Where there are flies, there are maggots, and that is a visual that I am glad only exists vaguely in my mind.

To think the gruesome occurrences that unfolded upstairs went completely unnoticed makes me shudder, and to think that perhaps had I been more available, it might not have happened at all. (But no, I don’t blame myself. To be perfectly honest, I feel quite bitter toward my former roommate, who had only lived with us for about a week.)

Going into this new year, I believe that I’ve reached a point at which I can move forward comfortable, and settle back into the things that were once normal. I know that at least some of you have noticed I haven’t been writing almost at all. I haven’t been sewing. It’s as though I’ve been suspended in time for this year, and now I’m finally able to move forward again.

Tonight, I was supposed to retrace the steps I took that fateful evening, to hopefully accomplish something of a sort of rewriting that memory so that this day no longer holds the connotation it holds now. I was going to go to the same restaurant and bar we went to, with the friends who accompanied me through that night’s events. It was really important to me, and much to my dismay, they couldn’t join me.

I was going to go anyway, because even though they didn’t feel it important that they were there, it was important for me to go. As much as I wanted to hope, I’m not on their list of priorities. Due to circumstances outside of my control, however, I’ve been stranded here, so I am unable to retrace my steps.

It’s okay. Mostly because there is currently no one dead in my house right now.

And here is to tomorrow, that while trying, will be a new year with new adventures.

 

May my former roommate rest in peace.

The Roommate Chronicles: Round 3

5 Aug

I’ve officially reached round three of roommates.

The first guys moved out, then I got in 3 new roommates: The J’s (all of their names began with J). Soon enough, however, the last of those 3 will have moved out, and the first new roommate has already moved in.

I don’t know if I’ll be continuing with the chronicling of my ventures; the reason I stopped is actually because one of the J’s was a good friend of mine, so she wasn’t including in the stranger aspect of the series. And the other J had originally added me on Facebook, which is not only weird but prompted me to stop writing.

If there is one thing I’ve learned since living with strangers, is that it isn’t that bad, at least in my situation. My landlord is really good about working with people’s needs, so there is a lot of turnover in the house. I find that I prefer it that way, too. We all get to lead our separate lives, and I don’t have to put up with anyone that I dislike for too long of a period of time.

Let’s hope things continue in that manner.

It’s also nice that the roof over my headĀ doesn’t depend on if I have a roommate, or if that roommate paid their rent and utilities on time.

Ever experienced a high-turnover roommate situation? How did you like it? Ever live with strangers, or any desire to?