Its a charmed life...

She looked at me with sympathetic yet stern eyes, after every so graciously rejecting my request to lower my rent. Why...you ask would I make such a request?
Well, because in 1 week we will have another roommate. A male roommate.
The house is a newly renovated and gorgeous character home in the middle of Marda Loop, which was the place to be in the 70's if you were an artist, hippie, actor, any sort of young expressionist with a revolutionary statement to make in Calgary, Marda Loop was your home. These days, Marda Loop is now known as the stomping ground for beautiful and privileged, bank of mom and dad students.
It’s a charmed life for these youngsters, that somewhere along the way took over for movers and shakers that roamed the area decades before.
So, these 2 lovely girls have given me a room in their home to rent, almost like a sunroom in the back yard. The room is very bright, and very, red. It has no closet. My clothes are actually hanging from the curtian rods. There are shoes in my coffee table, and towels in my bookcase, that also houses the leaning tower of wedding magazines. There are currently 3 of us living in the home, soon to be 4, as her boyfriend is moving into the home. So, upon news of the newest arrival in the home, I request that my rent be reduced. Fair request, non? Apparently not actually. I smiled politely as she explained to me the hardships and challenges that come with having a mortgage, owning a home, paying the bills. This most privileged and charmed university student, was explaining to me about financial difficultly. I had flashbacks of my first apartment, eating Mr.Noodle on my half inflated air mattress, watching the free cable on the Zellers brand 13” Tv I got when I was 13. That was 6 years ago. One more roommate….and no perks in it for me, who is already suffering with being jammed into the red sunroom like an effin sardine.
I’m 26; I’m too old for this. I was finally having that long anticipated epiphany that every one older than me had warned me about, where the roommates thing, just won’t cut it anymore, and where you decide that instead of contributing to their every so shiny and colorful lives..perhaps its time to create my own. Apartment hunting. Day 1. Stay tuned…