This weekend is the last with my roommate. Her brother arrived last night to help her pack and drive her stuff home.
No more dinners together.
No more Fritz.
Lots more crying roommates.
Roommates who have no job and don't seem to be looking.

I actually am really sad about Katharine leaving, we have a lot in common and really enjoyed rooming together. She is the first roommate that I have actually eaten dinner with on a regular basis. An actual dinner that consisted of food prepared on a stove and not a microwave.
I liked her dog too, even though he would bark outside the bathroom door if I dared shut him out (same with the bedroom) It's just nice to be greeted with over the top enthusiasm after a day at work.