Friday-Nights-In

4/24/15


Friday-Nights-In.


Ohhh how much I love Fridays! I love Fridays even more after 4:00 in the afternoon. As excited as I am for the weekend, there is a part of me that would much rather crawl into my bed than go home, shower, get ready, and go out until 2:00 A.M. I'm not sure if that makes me old... or wise... or maybe even both? Anyway, on this particular Friday I am ever so grateful for Friday-nights-in, sushi, and good roommates.

Sushi is a DELICIOUS treat to always be grateful for, but what's even better than good food? Good people. I am blessed to have two wonderful roommates. I am the youngest child in my family with 5 years between myself and my middle brother. My older brothers weren't around very much by the time I was a teenager and even more so when I was in high school because of our age gap and where they were in their own lives. So, for much of my teenage/ adult life I never had to share a bathroom and schedule times to take a shower. In college I had roommates, but nothing close to the ladies that I live with now.

I have learned that it is a truly amazing thing to have roommates. When I made the move to the South, I had absolutely no idea who the strangers were that I was moving in with. You truly don't really know someone until you live with them... see them bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6:00 am on a Monday morning, see them hung over and on their deathbed for the majority of the day following a night out of drinking, in which they tried to convince themselves that they were still 21 (me), see them vulnerable and crying because that have just had enough of adult life and all the heartbreak that comes along with it, see them yell about stupid boys who obviously don't know what they're missing. Living with someone brings a whole new closeness, dependability, a sense of family... even when your miles and miles away from your own.

So above all else, on this particular day... I am so very grateful for good roommates to come home to after a long day of feeling overworked and underappreciated. I am grateful for roommates who have truly and undoubtedly seen me at my worse and still love and accept me. I am grateful for roommates who tell me it's okay to make mistakes and hug me when I do. I am grateful for roommates that know they don't have to knock on my bedroom door. I am grateful for roommates that would offer me their last cold beer if they knew I needed it. I am grateful for roommates who have my back through anything and everything. I am grateful for roommates who truly make each day so much more fun, simply by being apart of it. I am grateful for roommates who have become my family away from family and my home away from home.

Cheers to you, ladies!

 XoXo,
- A Grateful Heart