A couple weeks ago I invited two of my old roommates over for dinner. One was recently married. We had a blast catching up on the past, sharing about the present, and dreaming about the future. And we talked about how different it is to live with a man.
Then today I saw something on facebook, written by one of those same ladies, about how much she missed living with girls.
I hear ya, sister.
I miss romantic movie marathons on chilly Saturday mornings.
I miss 2 a.m. gossip.
I miss community closets.
I miss not needing a reason to cry.
I miss exercise without the intent to burn calories.
I miss hugs.
I miss no-special-occasion brownies.
But most of all, I miss girl talk.
So to all my old roommates, I had a blast living with you!