An End of an Era
For the past year, I’ve lived with two great ladies. Sherry, Trudy and I have been through a lot together since becoming roommates. I didn’t know either of them very well until we lived together. Now they are like family.
We didn’t always get along like best friends, but we always respected eachother’s space and tried our best to make our “family” function as well as we could.
That apartment was more than a place to crash at the end of a long day. It was a home. We laughed there, cried there and it became a kind of social hub for the newsroom. It was the gathering place everyone met before going out for the night. And it was the place everyone crashed when the night was done.
Trudy has this dinning room table that’s a kind of magnet. We’d be puttering around the apartment, maybe getting ready for work or whatever weekend plans we’d have and that table would just suck the minutes away. We’d get talking about one thing or another and before we knew it, it was a mad dash to get where we needed to be. When ever one of us had a problem and needed to talk, it was given we’d meet at the table to hash it out. Loneliness had no place in “The 901.”
Unfortunately, our lease is coming to it’s end and we’ve chosen to go our separate ways. I have to admit, I’m quite a bit sad to see it all end.
I know that we will do our best to keep in touch, and I truly hope we can. I also hope Trudy hangs on to that table and maybe invites us over once in while to sit around it for old time sake. I’m gonna miss you ladies!
Take care,
Kate