The Bravery of Rebecca

Photo by MadGiddy.

My housemates are some of the bravest people I know. Both of them have carved brave and interesting lives – often by leaving something that had the facade of security in order to go by themselves and be Brave on the Rocks. This week our housemate Rebecca struck out on her own. She found the cutest apartment in the whole city — complete with the original ice box (now converted to cupboards); a fire escape which is longing for candles, pillows, and potted plants; and the sounds of local tunesmiths wafting up from the tavern below.

It’s been sort of an etheral idea for me the last couple of months – Rebecca’s moving out. After living together for a year and a half, I knew she’d eventually grow tired of waking up early on Saturday mornings to stampede of children’s feet, and it can’t have been fun to hike up the basement stairs everytime you need the bathroom or want a glass of water. When the inevitable day came and she came home with a new key, I was sorry to know that she wouldn’t be here for after work chats about men and politics, or available for our early morning walks-and-conversation. But it wasn’t until today, when I went with her to drop off one more load of books and I actually got to see her apartment — the adorable Jetson’s dinnette set delivered from the anitque mall across the street, the “divine paprika” paint on the bedroom walls — it wasn’t until then that I realized really what Rebecca was doing. She wasn’t just moving out from our house, she was creating her own home.

So today I say to Rebecca, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a beloved roomate, lo these many months, and deep-rooted congratulations on your new home! May it be the launching ground for many new dreams and adventures!

All my love,

Rachelle

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