My roomie, who is soon-to-be leaving afar, ran into the kitchen this morning blowing bubbles that she had found while cleaning out her room. I am ever so astounded by her drive, her ability to smack down and say, "I'm leaving for five months to pursue my career" and her optimism in it all. I love how reckless and relentless we can get, as if nothing else mattered as long as we were smiling ear-to-ear, hence the bubbles falling all over my food in the kitchen.
Moments like these, I will miss.
My roomate, I will miss even more.