So my good roommate of the last three (is it really that long?) years moved out on Sunday. Well she technically had over the summer (long story, just trust me).
Point being, I'm not so much sad just kind of... damn, that sucks. She was cool to get along with, always cleaned, we became good friends, I got along really well with all her friends. There's already a much different vibe in the house now. That said, I now have a big-ass room with an en suite and all the storage I wanted.
Also, I seem to have lost weight over the holidays.