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Death of a Roommate: One Month Later

24 Sep

First of all, this isn’t going to be a life update. I will save that for when everything is finalized and done.

It has actually been a little over a month, but I haven’t really had the time to post an update. In this month (actually 6 weeks on Friday), I lived with a couple I am friends with for a week, and the remainder of the time I have been living with another good friend (bless his heart for putting up with me for so long). My doggy and my kitties are currently living with my parents.

It has been interesting, but definitely not bad.

The reason I haven’t been living in my house is because the insurance company hasn’t come to an agreement on how much they will spend to repair the damages. Three of the four companies who have done quotes for my landlord have given an estimation of 50,000 dollars in repairs to make the house liveable again. Included in that cost are things like carpet replacement, air filtration, and removing asbestos they found in the ceiling (really, universe…really!?).

It almost feels like I am living in some strange dream when I think of how long it has been since I have been misplaced. And sometimes I don’t even know if I really want to go back to reality.

Well, that’s all I have for you…at least until I update you on my actual life, which will come later. And until then, I don’t suppose I will be blogging much more than I currently am.

See you soon [hopefully].

The Roommate Chronicles: Dealing with Death

19 Aug

I’m not sure even where to start.

I guess I can start at the beginning.

At the beginning of this month, I got a new roommate. I saw him every day for a little over a week, and then my life started to get even busier than it already is. Parties, friends, work, friends, stuff…you know how it goes.

Then, as it started to kind of slow down a tiny bit, I noticed something was wrong. I hadn’t seen him recently.

The feeling came as a smell first. Then it came as flies. Then, I panicked.

But I have great friends, and being who I am, sometimes I just need someone to talk me down and make me actually accept the logical reasons I’ve pushed to the back of my mind as actuality, and that’s just what they did.

But then, it was all validated. On Friday night, at just about midnight, the police came to my house, and discovered that my new roommate was dead in his room.

He’d been there for 5 days.

It’s kind of surreal to get that news, no matter how sure you are that’s what is wrong. Going into this situation that night, two of my friends made attempts to find him themselves, and I’m so glad they didn’t. I would feel terrible if they had been traumatized like that because of me.

I’m so thankful that door was locked.

When I started this series, I never imaged that I would be writing about this. And I almost don’t know what else to say.

Death isn’t something I’ve ever really had to cope with, and while this situation is a little different – I didn’t know him – I still need to deal with the situation.

One second, I’m over it and I just want to go home and continue with my normal routine. The next second, I’m clinging to the friends I was with that night, wishing that they never had to leave my side.

I’m currently staying at one of their houses, because my house is kind of uninhabitable at the moment, but as the week wears on I’m not sure what the next step is.

They keep telling me I need to move, but I don’t really feel that’s necessary. And I don’t know when I’ll be able to go back to my house, but the one I’m staying at kind of has an expiration date that’s coming quickly, and the other friend I can stay with will be out of town when that happens. I’m in weird limbo, and I don’t like it.

Maybe I’ll have more to say later. Maybe this is all there is.