Tomorrow will be a beautiful day
Around this time last year, I was sitting in my roommate’s room (we were in a quad) watching a movie. A few nights ago, we watched the first episode of Bridgerton season 4. In a sort of weird turn of events, we ended up rooming again in a different (but BETTER) situation. It’s been really nice. She cares a lot about our room having soft pillows and scent plug-ins. She beautifies the world in a way I feel incapable of. It makes me feel cushioned and happy. I think it’s been a really weird transition sort of year, but I think I’m much happier than I was last year. Loss is hard, but we make it through. In a way, it’s sad. You want to stick in the loss forever. It feels almost wrong to move on and accept life as different and maybe even still beautiful, if not more beautiful. Does it bastardize love? If it does, maybe that’s ok. After a mold situation, I learned I love nice things. I love having sharp nail clippers and a toothbrus...