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When I’m Gone: A Note From a Roommate
When I’m gone, the room will be empty again, just four walls and a few signs that someone once lived there. Maybe a forgotten thumbtack, maybe a scuff on the floor I meant to clean. But hopefully, some good memories linger too.
Living here wasn’t just about splitting rent. It was shared groceries, random life updates in the kitchen, and the comfort of knowing someone else was around, even if we were doing our own thing most of the time. That quiet, everyday kind of connection meant a lot more than I probably said out loud.
Thanks for the small things: for letting me vent about stuff, for being patient with my weird habits, and for the times we just co-existed in peace. Those moments made this place feel less like a temporary stop and more like home.
So when you walk past my empty room, maybe it’ll just feel quieter for a while. But I hope it also reminds you of a time when we made this place more than just a rental, it was home, even if only for a chapter.