I currently have a roommate and she is a blessing. I met this woman when I worked for a company here in Nashville, HCA, we were in the same department and sat near one another. I thought I had seen her drive by me one day and I texted her. She found out through our conversation I was in need of a place to stay and she kindly opened her home to me. I was blessed with my own room, a bed and a shower.
18 months have gone by since I have slept in a bed. There have been times when I have house sat and was able to sleep in a bed for a few days, but that was about it.
Where I have been burned by roommates, beggars cannot be choosers. This is a situation which seems to be turning out as an incredible blessing.
To live with someone you discover all sorts of things about them. Their habits, their routine, their behavior and sometimes things just don't mesh or click. This individual has been kind, loving, and warm with the grace and respect to give me my space. I am quite independent and having to rely on others is extremely painful for me. It aches inside me and causes me a deep discomfort.
For someone who seems to 'get it', has been a big sigh of relief in many ways. It is hard for me to be coddled by others, "are you okay?" "do you need anything?"
It is hard to say, "I just want to be left alone" when you are in their debt or care. Sometimes the alternative wasn't that bad just so I could be by myself to have my own space. This particular arrangement seems to be meeting that desire to be left alone. I'm not sure how long I will be able to stay, but for now, I feel I can at least breathe.
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