New Roommate

Lil Sis and I tried to share a room when I seven and she was four. Mom and Dad moved my bed into her room, and every night was a slumber party. Problem was, I was so excited that I annoyed the piss out of her by talking all night. About my crush on Marlon Jackson, about how plump her tummy was, about our dog's flatulence... Each night ended with her squealing at the top of her lungs and my irate parents having to sit outside our door until I fell asleep. Our cohabitation lasted a grand total of 5 nights.



As my maturity finally caught up with my age (I think it took until first year of university), my sister and I began to revisit the idea of becoming roommates again when we graduated from college. I couldn't imagine a better living arrangement. Me and my favourite person on earth sharing a roof without the constrictions of parental guidance.



But alas, I graduated and moved to DC; Lil Sis graduated and moved to New York. She also had a very serious, long-term boyfriend, so I assumed the roommate idea would remain an unfulfilled dream.

Slowly, however, the obstacles have unwound. She left New York to go to grad school. She broke off her relationship. She got a summer internship in DC. My current roommates adore her even more than they like me. She moves here tomorrow...

For the next two months, I will be living out what will be, without question, the best summer of my life. Me and Lil Sis. Roommates for the first time since I was seven.