BAM. Life changed

Yesterday was completely different than so many before it. The sandwich has been moving out for days and we said our goodbye earlier in the week, but when I got home in the evening, the big stuff was gone. My house was huge, or bigger than small and my books had nowhere to call their shelf. It was like I'd been robbed and the thieves did some vacuuming.

I will miss the sandwich for more than just his stuff. He always listened to my rants and I enjoyed his perspective on the world. In some ways, I think he grew up right in front of my eyes. S has good taste in roommates, I'll give her that. This week when I came home and the car was gone, sadness bubbled up inside me. The bubbling sadness, sometimes mixed with nostalgia has been happening a lot lately. I pass by things I never really even cared about and think, "this could be the last time," or "I still haven't..." The last time I walk home and grab a bite from the generic Potbelly? I did that three times ever. Or I still haven't been to Nicaro? The Spring isn't getting torn down, I can still go. I guess six years in a place has made the "end" a little confusing for me. It is like 1/5 of my current existence we're talking about.