Not To Be Trusted With Knives

I came home on Sunday and Dani was in the middle of packing. She’s almost done her summer course and will be returning home to work for the summer before heading out to her internship in the fall. I’d been trying to avoid the fact that my roomie will be leaving me soon, but it’s hard to ignore that when the boxes are stacked up and the cupboards that were formerly stuffed are bare. I’ve started to unpack my own things (predominantly kitchen things which I couldn’t bear to part with during the Purge of ’06), which I had left packed up since I moved in here, as we’ve been using all of Dani’s kitchen things and there really was no need to use two toasters/kettles/sets of cutlery/etc. at a time. It’s been fun finding some of the things that I forgot I even owned, but it’s got an overtone of saddness, because it’s another reminder that Dani’s leaving**.

I went into the bathroom the other day and saw a lineup of vitamin supplements. Dani always puts her vitamin supplements out on the counter for the week. When I looked at them, it hit me that those supplements represent the few days left before she leaves. And that made me sad.

All I can do now is enjoy the last few days we have. We are going out for dinner tomorrow and on Tuesday, her last day here a bunch of us are going to go out to some as of yet undetermined location for drinks and chilling. And possibly crying. Boo.

*with my apologies to the Crash Test Dummies.

**it also doesn’t help that some of the things remind me of my past life, which I’ve been doing a good job of relegating to its proper place (i.e., the past)

et cetera