they all lived happily ever after

Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. Not only am I living in a neighborhood full of Polish delis that serve fresh cabbage rolls, pretzels and perogies by sturdy women speaking in accents thicker than gravy, but I'm living with two wonderful human beings.

Tall, dark haired and beautiful, my roomates are stunning in their intelligence and strong will. They work hard, and are only ever home long enough to fix their dinners and write their papers for school, but I'm always glad to see them. My mom is in town, crashing on our big floral couches, and it feels like one big happy home.

The yellow walls of our apartment are filled with laughter, the anguish of essay writing, food, wine, and a comfort I was afraid I would never find with my nomadic bones.

I'm up to my head in work right now, but all I feel is endearment.