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Thu Nov 30 00 / 4:45 AM

I've never quite liked the first of the month. In a vague way, a single-digit calendar was always an often and uneasy reminder that the weeks, the months, the years, the lifetime, was flipping by. A whole month seems like such a significant chunk of time, an experience that will take at least forever to get through - but here it is already, and the 22nd eleventh month is over.

The first of the month is a little different now. I am still mildly sickened when that realization comes over me that last month's possibilities have become next month's chores. But now, I have to collect rent on the first. Having that money in hand and fist means a whole month more of something being alright.

Except this month. Here's the thing, and I'm not quite sure how I still feel about it: Jen is moving out. I think I may be over it by now, but maybe I am still nonplussed. Am I compensating when I say, Well at least this will be better for me financially, at least my stuff will be my own again, at least I'll have more free time.?

So after three months, I will have to say goodbye to Jen, who really hasn't changed, but who has become entirely different to me. I think the experience has been best. Jen has proven to be a better friend than roommate, while I think I may be the reverse.

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Lisa Higgs

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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Thu Nov 30 00 / 4:45 AM I've never quite liked the first of the month. In a vague way, a single-digit calendar was always an often and uneasy reminder that the weeks, the months, the years, the lifetime, was flipping by. A whole month seems like such a significant chunk of time, an experience that will take at least forever to get through - but here it is already, and the 22nd eleventh month is over. The first of the month is a little different now. I am still mildly sickened when that realization comes over me that last month's possibilities have become next month's chores. But now, I have to collect rent on the first. Having that money in hand and fist means a whole month more of something being alright. Except this month. Here's the thing, and I'm not quite sure how I still feel about it: Jen is moving out. I think I may be over it by now, but maybe I am still nonplussed. Am I compensating when I say, Well at least this will be better for me financially, at least my stuff will be my own again, at least I'll have more free time.? So after three months, I will have to say goodbye to Jen, who really hasn't changed, but who has become entirely different to me. I think the experience has been best. Jen has proven to be a better friend than roommate, while I think I may be the reverse.
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Lisa Higgs
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