It’s Saturday. I went to work. I went to work out. And when I came home, it was gone. My roommate moved out. And with her went the coffee pot and some other minor pieces like the couches and chairs and TV/DVD player.
But the coffee pot! Danger for those who surround me! Un-caffeinated Meg is a rare, unfamiliar creature.
I believe that the microwave is hers as well. I can’t be certain. Maybe it was my sister’s from college? It’s weird having lived in a place for three years, having two different roommates, and having no clue what was mine and what was there’s. It was ours.
If Anna reclaims this microwave and it moves out, I wonder what will happen to my eating habits. I guess they really wouldn’t change all that much except for leftovers. But I’m not sure. It’s something I definitely take for granted.
I feel like I’m living in a Michael Moore documentary right now. And it matches perfectly with my current job in the not-so-affluent part of town... I guess I can use this as a lesson in understanding and providing alternative cooking methods for my patients.
But frigid air and an oven-That was neither mine. Nor hers. Rather the apartments. And thank goodness for that. Otherwise there would be an extinct version of Meg.
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