And There Were Two...

Engrossed and distracted by the screening printing on my shirts this weekend, I didn't have the time to fully comprehend the magnitude of one of my roommates moving out of our apartment. Yes, the three amigos are parting our separate ways but it ends in a gratified yet sorrowful manner. As I helped Scott, all I could conjure up how terrible the act of moving is; probably not the best thing to do while carrying a mattress down a flight of stairs backwards. Good thing I'm a healthy and outrageously strong man. I never thought about how the apartment would appear after he departed; I dreaded the thought of moving in less than a month.

So how is the apartment with one of the roommates? Well we have one less couch, no dining room table, no corner tables, one less basketball on the floor, and most importantly the mantle is no longer as legendary as it before without Samuel the Eagle, Moo Moo the cream holder, and the singing fish. Being an optimist (I think), there is so much more room in the apartment! The refrigerator no longer is a game of Tetris, the cabinets and draws only have two sets of dinnerware and cups (not overloaded by three sets of everything), and there was room for my blog shirt making experiment!

Every good thing has to come to an end eventually but life will be filled with even more jubilation.