Roommate

I haven't been blogging a lot.  It wasn't a conscious decision; it's mostly just that I don't feel like I have much to say, or I don't have spare time, or I don't feel like blogging because I'm not alone, or... well, I don't actually know.

Jason moved in a couple weeks ago, and I've not found myself without someone to talk to in that time.  It's certainly true that over the past year since we met I've posted here quite a bit less.  I never really thought of blogging as something that I did when I felt like talking and didn't have someone to talk to, but perhaps that is actually the case after all.  I actually think that the reason is a combination of various things.  I don't like repeating myself (though I certainly do it from time to time), and when I use up all of my interesting stories in person, I don't usually feel like blogging them.

Or maybe I just haven't felt like writing very much.  Who knows.  Having a roommate has been good so far, though.  We certainly have overlapping interests, so at the very least I don't have someone around who would be annoyed if I played games into the wee hours of the night.  There's a pretty significant difference in our levels of organization and cleanliness—I'm quite a bit of a neat freak and, well, there are piles of papers and clothes and cords on the other side of this room now.  We'll see how that goes.

He also has to get up ridiculously early three days a week for an early class, as in three hours earlier than I want to, but for the most part I can sleep through him getting ready and closing doors and such.  So far, we seem to be managing just fine.

It's certainly a change.  I haven't had a roommate since college.  I liked living alone, but having someone around all the time is nice too.  (And, it's a very nice improvement to not have to drive to and from Seattle and pay to park to hang out with Jason... not that that is really a deciding factor.)