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When I first moved back into Erica's place, I almost wondered if I'd made some sort of mistake. The place was a dark, stuffy hole in the wall filled with junk. No one hung out and it was incredibly dirty, and what's worse, my bedroom smelled of cigarettes all the time. Turns out it was all Rachel and her boyfriend Devin. They had a ton of junk they couldn't fit into their rooms so they let it all flow out into the common area, they left dirty dishes and their junk all over the kitchen, had a ton of rotting food in the fridge, ate other peoples' food and lied about it, smoked cigarettes and pot in the apartment and lied about it. What pisses me off the most was that I got migraines because of their smoking and they blatantly lied about the smoking. If I see either of them again, I will not be nice at all. Thank god they moved out.

And sure enough, I'm back in the world of "I love my roommates." There is Erica, of course, and just like last year she's barely around, but when she is, she cleans up the apartment, gets new things for it, rearranges things. Well, after all, the apartment is her baby. And then there's Chelsea, who just seems to be really cool thus far. Very laid back, fun to talk to, likes to cook and bake, works at Crumbs and gets to bring home free stuff. I met her after her work on Sunday, got free cupcakes, and then we went to the Chelsea Market and looked at kitchenwares together. She ended up going elsewhere and getting an awesome Henckel's chef's knife. We chat in the kitchen a lot, and both like to cook and bake. We're doing dumpling night tonight. Yum!

I think what I was really missing when living in Astoria is having roommates that genuinely care about the well-being of the apartment. I feel like my main requirements are 1) don't be a pig, 2) don't treat the apartment like your closet and 3) don't treat me like your maid. It's weird how difficult it is to find that...