My roommate is gone. One month, and she decided living here was not going to work. She lives in Orlando and was either driving from Orlando to Tampa every day or staying in a motel when she was too tired to make the drive. She thought renting a room might be cheaper. I don't know why she really did not want to stay here. I guess she thought she had to defend her decision to move on and went on the attack. (Best defense is an offense!?) I don't know why people can't just be adults and own their feelings. "This is not what I had in mind. I am leaving at the end of the month." That is all that was needed. Instead, she wrote a letter insulting me and my home and left it in the mail box.

Silly me. I thought she was the perfect roommate. She was only here four nights a week. She never used the kitchen and went straight to her room when she got home. (She worked long hours and ate out.) I rarely saw her other than to briefly say hello when she came in. She gave me that beautiful lily for Easter I had no idea that anything was amiss until I found the key in the mailbox on Monday and received her letter on Tuesday (certified mail). Oh well, she did not do any damage to the room so I am not out anything. I just don't know if I want to do that again. My roommate experiences have not been good. Of course, in most cases (not with this last roommate) one has to wonder why an adult does not have a place of their own and needs a place to live. Having extra money was nice, but maybe I will put this off, at least until after my son visits in June. I will need the spare room.

Focus on the pleasant things in life...