In the past seven years I have lived with quite a few roommates. Some were awesome, some were decent, and some were a little crazy. The experience has been an interesting one and I don’t regret having lived with all of these people. There is something about living with other people that makes you grow up, handle issues head on, recognize your own faults, deal with the habits of others. Living with other people also forces socializing upon you.
Last night, after a long day on all of our parts, my two housemates and I did nothing but sit on the floor with our dogs and discuss random topics for two hours. Let me illustrate what I mean by random, we discussed breatharianism, teaching positions, Safeway double Dutch chocolate cake, working out, and an assortment of other random items. It was an enjoyable way of relaxing after a long day work, classes, and life in general.
I have, despite my early reservations in my sophomore year of college, come to enjoy living with other people. As someone who can become a hermit without really trying, access to other human beings is kinda nice. It has also taught me a lot about myself. I have learned I am a bit of an organizational and clean freak. I am incapable of being quiet in the kitchen at 6:30 am. I am a hot water hog in the shower. Anyone else being in the kitchen will inevitably draw me into the kitchen as well in my never-ending hunt for food.
Living with other people will not always be fun and games. There will be disagreements and there will be things that annoy you. But, living with others teaches you how to respond to those things. Are they really as big of a deal as you think? How do you start one of those awkward conversations where you explain what someone is doing that is driving you crazy? Living with others has taught me you can’t be afraid of talking things out and cutting an issue wide open. If you don’t it can fester and rot till you move out and hope the person has a tragic accident.
I will be the first to admit that someday I would love to have my own apartment where it’s just me. At the same time, I am pretty sure after 3 months, I would miss having housemates. It is nice to be able to wander down the hallway and BS for a few minutes or a few hours then go back to your respective rooms.