This was such a serendipitous turn of events. I’d been unsatisfied with my old place almost from the moment I’d moved in, but was so demoralized by the housing search that I’d made up my mind to just stay there for a few months (or maybe even a year?). But then I randomly reconnected with an old friend and invited her to join me on a house-sitting gig and we found that we lived together really well, so we decided to find a new place, and now we’re going to be living together for real! Happenstance. It happens.
I know that this is shocking to all of you, but most people who know me don’t really want to live with me. I think it’s because I have a big personality? I’m not that much messier than other people, I think. I don’t know. I just don’t give off that “easy to deal with” vibe. I think my main virtue as a housemate is that I am pretty much okay with anything you might do. For instance, the guys at my last house would not-infrequently party until dawn. And I’m not anti-partying, but since I don’t drink or use drugs, I usually want to get to bed at around 2 AM at the latest. I got mad at them once or twice, but then I was like, whatever I’ll just put in my earplugs before I go to bed on Friday and Saturday nights. And after that I never had a problem.
I think that makes me a pretty good roommate, but…only for a certain kind of person.