Last year, I moved in to my college dorm earlier than anybody else. The move-in day was actually August 29th, but I got here at August 25th because I thought I would need some time to cure the jetlag and settle down. It was dead quiet. It felt like I was the only one who lived here (or I actually was, I don't know). I had been waiting for the move in day. I was desperate for my roommate to come. I didn't know who was gonna be my roommate. And when the move-in day came .... there was no roommie!!!
At the floor meeting, everybody was getting to know his/her roommate, while I, was just sitting there by myself, thinking how sad it would be, a year of feeling lonely everyday. I finally got over it and thought, maybe it was just meant to be. But the next week after, when I got back from my first college lecture, I heard some noise in my room. I was really surprised watching my roommate, Edward-Eddie (Yeh, british), his mother, Kim, and his father, Paul loading furnitures into our room.
Turns out, he came late because he just got back from a vacation in Paris with his girlfriend, Marina. Seriously, I couldn't hope for a better roommate. He doesn't belong to any religion, he always listens my random thoughts, he doesn't smoke cigarette (just the w), he's smart, and he's got a pretty sick taste of music. His only downside is the fact that he is a very very clean guy. While I am actually super grabby. It always makes me feel bad.
He is taking the Film and Media program, which is sick. I get to learn a lot of things about film because of him. I also get along and been having some good time with his girlfriend, Marina is such a fun girl. Since Eddie's parents live in France, Marina and Eddie has been regularly visiting each's place on weekends.
Oh, From the first time I met him, I knew we would make such fine friends.
