“The chicken!” exclaims Bethany at 9 pm.
I look at her in horror, suddenly realizing we left it the oven for over an hour when we only meant to warm it up!
“When did you turn on the oven?” I ask.
“I didn’t!” she says, “didn’t you?”
“No, I thought I asked you to turn on the oven!”
“No, I asked you to!”
We turn to the oven. It remains stone cold. But at this point, neither of us wants to eat. We snacked on hummus and chips while waiting for the chicken to cook. Or really, not cook.
So, no real dinner for us. On the bright side, we didn’t burn the apartment down.
After a school year sleeping on the floor of a living room and a summer sharing a room with 4 roommates, I’m breaking free and moving into my own apartment. I got the keys today. I can’t wait to officially move in! I won’t know what do with all that space!
I am officially done with my 1L year.
Technically, finals ended two weeks ago but I spent the last two weeks participating in an intensive application process (called write-on) for the law school journals.
In-between I flew to Tennessee and stood up in a friend’s wedding…
And visited with my old roomie
And got glasses. (No photo evidence yet.)
Now I am off again……..to Colorado Springs! I’ve got 12 hours of traveling ahead of me tomorrow as the cheapest flight I could find involved two, long layovers.
But I’m excited. After going-going-going for so long, I look forward to a chill day of reading. I’m packing 13 books for the flight. (Probably won’t get to them all, but a girl can dream.)
Then I will arrive and start my summer adventure! I am working for Young Life as a Legal Intern. I’m excited; I will be learning something new while working for an amazing ministry.
Since I won’t have the excuse of no internet this summer, I’ll try and be better about keeping y’all updated.
On to new adventure!
“What do you eat?” asks my roommate, peering at the food on my shelf: tofu, shredded cheese, and half-quart of milk.
“I eat…what’s in my cupboard!” I suggest. We open my cupboard. “Rice! Except…I’m out of rice. Oatmeal. Kiwis. Almonds. And I think I have a pizza in the fridge.”
“You should go grocery shopping,” she recommends. I think about my bank account and shake my head.
“It’s enough!” Because somehow, it is usually enough.
Supper rolls around. I stare at my cupboards, trying to figure out if I had a plan for dinner. Maybe I do need to go grocery shopping.
Then my other roommate comes home. “Amy! Do you want mussels?” she asks. “I’m heating some up. And we can have rice, peas, yogurt, rolls…”
There you have it, folks. I haven’t starved this semester because my roommate feeds me. Yet another reason to be grateful for the girls who share this tiny living space with me!