Still need to do some catchup. Ha and still don't want to fully face Provo reality. So, get ready to hear about my phantom roommates.
I moved in that Thursday, saw everyone's stuff, but no one to be seen. I'm thinking, "Well, I'm sure they'll be around later tonight." Nope. (I didn't spend the night in my apartment until Saturday night, FYI.) The next day when I went to the apartment to unpack stuff, nothing had been moved. Everything looked exactly the same.
I didn't meet a single roommate--in fact, I don't think anyone else besides me had even been in the apartment--until Saturday afternoon, when I met Springville-native Caroline. I was beginning to doubt my roommates' very existence.
I spent Saturday night in the apartment all by myself. Sunday morning as I was tearfully bidding my parents farewell for a second time (they needed to drop off some medical documents), another roommate came in. (What a great way for her to meet me the first time: Hi, I'm Charlotte, your emotionally dysfunctional roommate who sometimes experiences severe homesickness.) Her name is Megan, and she's my room roommate. She just returned from a mission to California and is an international relations major.
We were the only two who spent the night in our apartment that night. Two roommates accounted for (Caroline and Megan), but the third was still a ghost. . . . I think it was Tuesday night when I came home and saw a blond girl on the couch with a boy. "Oh, you must be Mel! Hi, I'm Charlotte." I didn't get too enthusiastic of a response. She's nice. I guess. Not incredibly friendly, but whatever. She's engaged and is getting married in December.
This week, it's felt like Megan and I are the only ones who live in the apartment. Caroline is never there, and Mel is there only at night really. (Mel's fiance is really nice, as a side note. She's friendliest when they're together.) So sure I've met all my roommates, but two of them are still phantom-esque. I've never lived in an apartment with such a basic "coexistence" dynamic, so this is an adjustment. I think that Megan and I will be friends, but on the whole, this semester is just different.
Oops--I'm getting too close to blogging about my adjustment-filled-sometimes-lonely-emotional-roller-coaster-let's-just-listen-to-Harry-Potter-instead reality.
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