The Roommate

This past fall marked the beginning of my college career. And of all the things for me to be worried about, I lost sleep thinking about my housing situation. I was scared to death thinking that I was going to get stuck for an entire year with a mean, prude, whore, or insane person. Instead, I lucked out.

My roommate it unlike any other person that I have met. She is the epitome of the term "free spirit." She is what she is, and does what she does regardless of what others may think. From what I understand, she has always been artistically driven, but over the past few years, art has taken control of her life, in a positive way. Actually, she is strongly considering a career path involving art. A few weeks ago I had the opportunity, nay, the privilege, to photograph her work for her portfolio. In order to do so we transformed our small dorm room into a make shift studio of sorts, using white sheets, multiple light fixtures, white paper, and masking tape. The over all experience is one that I am bound to remember for the rest of my life. The connection that we had that night was indescribable. But then again, such is also true of our friendship in general. She is very laid back, caring, and knowledgeable. Together we mesh so well. There have been multiple days (and nights) where I have been able to depend on her for a listening ear and strong shoulder. And I for her as well. The passion she carries for her desires and aspirations is incredible, and incidentally inspiring. Although we have our ups and downs, I cant imagine feeling this at peace with another person. Thank you, for showing me another side of myself, one that I had long forgotten about.