One last week.
My flatmate Becca has gone. : ( Becca was the first English person I met in England. She took us out the first night she came in and showed us aroudn town and where to go. Becca became my little sister really. We became so comfortable with each other that the whole “roommate courtesy” line began to disappear and we fought like siblings:
“Becks, you’re leaving a mess.”
“Nadia, shut up.”
“Love you!”
“Love you tooooo.”
I love you Becca for late night convos and being my cooking buddy and listening to my ranting/raving. For running errands with me and hearing my advice whether you heeded it or not (and I thank you for your advice whether I heeded it or not). You’re my sister so come to America.