My beloved college roommate, Bethany, arrived in Abilene last night, with a carload of stuff, a snazzy new haircut, and a small cat. She starts her new job at the ACU Honors Program on Monday, and she’s staying with us for a few days while she finds a place to live.
When Bethany and I lived together for two years, in a little brick cottage on 16th Street, Jeremiah was the so-called “third roommate,” and the three of us spent countless nights laughing and eating banana bread and watching The Emperor’s New Groove. The dynamics are a little different now; Bethany and Jeremiah have, so to speak, changed places in the dance. Now he’s the one who lives with me; the stuff inside our walls is his and mine, not hers and mine. She’s sleeping in the guest room; she will soon have a little nest of her own.
But the camaraderie, affection and complete silliness when it’s the three of us – whether we’re eating pasta, playing Phase 10, or just laughing at nothing – is as much fun as it ever was.
I’m so glad she’s back.