I am very grateful for my new housemate R!
R is a former colleague from Google, who I've known for five years. It's nice living with a friend, because we can have conversations about work, love, and life. He cooks every few days, and I like to do the dishes afterwards, which he hates. He enjoys taking out the trash, which I hate. It works out very well.
French toast and tea.
The dish on the left is a complex Persian rice dish stuffed with green beans and meat.
My neighbors are happy, because they are very friendly with each other, but rarely see me. R has been talking to them a lot more than I do, and is now planning a bike outing. My next-door neighbors brought over home-baked cookies twice since R moved in. A different neighbor brought oranges from her tree.
I ran into Elizabeth at a loft party, and she asked me, "Niniane, did you move to the midwest?"
"What?" I said. "No."
"Your tweets are all about how your housemate cooked, or your neighbor baked cookies. I was thinking that you must have moved to the midwest."
I guess I'm just a suburb-y kind of person.