Day 3 of Grateful Hearts
Wednesday, November 3, 2021
I am grateful for my shelter. I am grateful for the townhouse I now own, which is an eighties’ modern-shaped stucco with a high and slanted popcorn ceiling, canopy over the windows, and a small backyard. It is small and falling apart, but enough for me and my cat. (I think the Association is working on some renovating of certain issues). Before my current 21-year-old, green-eyed ginger male cat, I had adopted three Shih-Tzus, who were related, from friends of the family in Vienna, Virginia, and a green-eyed Siamese-Chinchilla grey cat, from friends of the family in Danville, California. They lived with me until they naturally moved on to the other realm with God.
I have lived in my townhouse since my last years in college because I have had roommate problems during the first two years in the dormitory life. I have had four roommates in two years of dorm life, even though there are only two people in each room unless students are lucky enough to get a single, which is always in high demand. I could have gotten a single room my second year in the dormitory, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live in the new dormitories, which looked institutional and cold, comprised of small compartments squished together. The older dorms were much smaller, comprised of a cozy, warm, and vintage layout, almost like a homey cabin or loft. But I chose to risk it again, and I got more roommate problems. I wasn’t aware my roommate bad luck issues would continue.
The first roommate was from Glendale, California, majoring in Economics and Dance. She wasn’t happy with her life because she wanted everything her way. She wasn’t happy with the other dorm she was living at, located on the other side of the campus, at the Middle Earth Dormitories. I lived in the Mesa Court dormitories, which had nicer dorms. She appeared to like the Mesa Court dorm area better, but she still wasn’t happy. She even admitted she was the youngest with one older brother, and she is used to being spoiled. I told her I have two annoying younger brothers, but I have learned to do my own thing. The second one was better because all her friends from her Los Angeles high school were somehow able to come with her to the same college, which I think is cool. She majored in Biology and Art, and she was busy with her friends, school, and going to catholic worship sessions at the University’s Interfaith Building, once a week. I even went with them once. I became friends with her best friend. I was also friends with the third roommate, mostly because it was her first year and she was scared she wouldn’t make any friends. She was from Palm Springs, California, majoring in Economics, and had an interest in Law. After she made some friends in the dorm, she kicked me out of our room, mostly because a guy she liked in the dorm had a crush on me and she made plans with another girl to switch rooms with me without telling me. When I returned from my classes, I was told I had to move all my stuff downstairs on that day. On top of that, I had to also study for a test for the next day. The fourth roommate was friendly, and I was friends with her, too, but I started to question her background. She used to tell me about crazy things she used to do, and I was hoping she wouldn’t do anything crazy with me; but for the most part, she was cool. Originally from Chicago, but her mother sent her to live with her grandmother in East LA because she couldn’t deal with her, I think she had a hard life. But she looked good. She had a hard and muscular body, chiseled face, and she seemed poised, or at least good at acting because she was taking drama classes. She even told me that she had recently won First Runner Up at a Pageant. She was taking drama classes at the university, but she was never really in our dorm room, or probably even at the university. She was more into her life in Los Angeles, doing crazy things to prevent her Fireman boyfriend from cheating on her. She wouldn’t let go and move on because she wanted him badly. I got along with her, but she refused to pay her $300 on our telephone bill. I had overheard her on the telephone once, telling her friend that she felt bad about doing something because she liked me. I wasn’t sure what that was, but I later guessed it was not paying her amount on the telephone bill. I am now grateful that I don’t have to deal with roommates and their issues anymore. I can deal better with pet roommates and their issues because pets are like four-legged, cute, sweet, and furry toddlers.
I am independent, busy with my life, and doing my own thing, which included going back to school, taking care of pets, fixing some townhouse issues, and living mostly on my own, although I had help from parents when they were alive to help me get started with my life on my own.
