The beauty of the platonic “loves of my life”
I have always been a roommates kinda gal. I’ve had a roommate literally since I was 15 and went to boarding school for the first time. Living in community with others not related to me by blood or choice, whether I shared a room with them or not, has been a part of my life for over a decade.
So it’s no surprise, I guess, that I’m one of those people who swears by having a roommate until the day I die or move in with a romantic partner, whichever comes first. It’s just, I didn’t think I would find one roommate I want to stick with for so long.