FTR this is pretty low on the drama scale, but here is my story.
I moved away from my home state for a job after I got out of school. Last summer things were looking pretty grim for me. I had finished my 5 year stint in college, moved back in with the parents for the summer in the middle of a shitty job market with no leads whatsoever and barely any qualifications for the kind of work I was looking for. Then I landed a pretty sweet gig seemingly out of nowhere.
Instead of my future looking like a pathetic life living in my parent's basement, I was inexplicably thrust into exactly the kind of career I was looking for. I had three weeks to move before I started.
My plan was simple. Rent a room in a house with roommates for a year and bring the bare minimum of physical possessions. This would be cheap, allow me to get an easy kickstart of a little bit of a social life, and the opportunity to scour the land get to know the area. This way when I made the commitment to get a place for myself I would have a lot more information and be able to make an educated decision.
I scoured Craig's list for the perfect fit for this description. I came up with about 5 different possibilities and drove down for the weekend to visit each person and their domicile.
I decided on a quaint house in the middle of a quiet neighborhood. There resided a 32 year old female and a 25 year old male who worked at the large college in the city. It seemed like the perfect fit. They seemed as though they would likely be laid back. They described themselves as young professionals who liked to just hang out, etc, etc.
Unfortunately, things haven't worked out quite as planned.
These people are hippies. They reuse fucking sandwich bags for christ's sakes.
I'll post results:
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Hey kid
Whats up?
Do we need to talk? As I'm sure you know, a little communication can go a long way when you're living with roommates. I can imagine it can be a lot different living with multiple roommates when the place you are living belongs to yourself.
I know I'm not the perfect room mate (such a thing doesn't exist). But I try to clean up after myself and make a fairly low footprint as best as I can. I can think of much worse. For example, going 7 months while sharing the same little fridge with 3 people before having the first "the fridge smells" episode is pretty damn good in my book. I've lived with some pretty messy roommates in my time. It was pretty common to have a "whats that smell in the kitchen?" hunt every few weeks or so.
I mean, I'm very focused on my career right now. Because of that, when I come home I'm too tired too cook and pretty much stay in my dencave until sleepy time. I don't really use much of the rest of the house except I shit and shower every once and a while, and occasionally use the washer and dryer. Because of this, its hard for me to imagine ways in which I could improve unless there is some communication. I'm a reasonable person, rather than let small things build up over time sometimes its better to just look at someone in the eye and tell them whats bothering you. I don't like feeling like I have to walk on eggshells every time I enter the house or leave my room.
Is it time? I'm ready to move out and get my own place as long as I don't have to pay rent here as well (it would pry take at least a month tho). It's been nice having two excellent roommates and saving a little cash on living expenses. But I have a feeling its going to get hot as hell soon in this room with summer coming along, and I can't open the window. It's sealed!
-Matt
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