on a roll

laura and me on our way to nyc

who says you can't write three posts in one day? really what this is is that i'm waiting for it to cool down so i can go running. in the meantime, i will continue writing. though i need to be reading. alas, write quickly tracy.

i'm currently listening to an npr special on the life of louis armstrong. did you know that he lied about his birthday? he was born august 4, 1901, yet told people he was born on july 4. ha, that makes me laugh. perhaps i'll switch up my birthday for kicks.

anyhow, this post is intended to be an ode to laura lamb/ode to life in general.

laura lamb has been my dear roommate for the last year. she burst into my life with her pearls and plaid polo and we've been best friends ever since. i genuinely love this girl. and i don't think i'm alone in this. there's just something about her that you can't help but love her and want to take care of her.

she has this insatiable love for life that is demonstrated in everything she does. no one that i know actually sounds excited when you go and wake her up besides laura. she honestly finds the good in every situation. her work ethic leaves me motivated to work harder after hearing about how much she put into her work days.

all in all, i love this girl. i was beyond saddened to see her go yesterday as she left to catch her plane. you see, byu has won her back. she will now begin a new phase of her life as she begins law school. what a lucky, lucky school. i like to joke that i have her past and byu law has her future (for those of you who have seen stepmom, that will make sense to you. if not, it may seem a little dramatic).

even bigger than losing a roommate, it's another reminder of the state i'm at in my life. i don't have the stability of having a husband that doesn't come and go as roommates. what i do have is an ever-changing group of people that i live with. you get comfortable with that set of people and just when you begin to understand one another, someone moves.

i am moving at the end of this month into yet another house. i laugh at how many times i've moved over the last five years. not that it's necessarily a lot, just that nothing is permanent.

ah, single life. how i love you.