This month officially marks one year since I’d finally decided to venture away from home and into a place of my own. And it’s been an incredible experience. I can’t even begin to fully express just how much I and my life in general has changed since I picked up those keys and started a whole new journey that was my own.
Sure, there are some days where the thought of paying bills and being broke again make me want to throw a toddler tantrum when all I really want to do in that moment is to go on a trip or an intense shopping spree or hit the bar with friends and get my Oprah on.
Because I like showering, walking in lighted areas, driving a car and
keeping up with my dose of trash tv cable I choose on Responsibility Boulevard.
Or at times when my family and I are sitting down and enjoying a meal together and they ask me how’s everything in which I reply with a collected answer instead of unleashing my initial inner feelings.Growing up is tough but in the end it makes you tougher.
Along this new road in my life I’ve been approached by a few friends on teaming together, saving a bit more money and becoming those famous nine lettered words.
BAD DAY BLUES
Some days you just don’t like to be bothered. If I had a long day at work or just a bad day all around the last thing I want to do is be surrounded by other humans. Who talk and breathe and move around everywhere touching shit. I want to get comfortable, sulk with a beer, a slice
or four of pizza and zone out to something terrible on television in peace.
Having a roommate, the top priority is to share.
Share the rent, share the utilities, share the toiletries, the front rooms and even the food.
But what happens when your roommate doesn’t ask at all–and just helps themselves to your fancy restaurant leftovers or your hidden box of Turtles? Or borrows your new shoes you bought on clearance and haven’t had a chance to wear–but they did, and now your shoes are scratched the hell up and smell like feet jam and bad decisions?
Or they erase the latest episode of Love & Hip Hop Atlanta or Catfish that has been waiting patiently for you on the DVR because it interfered with their programs they wanted to watch and record.
HE/SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE
Living with roommates, eventually you will also have to deal with not only them–but their guests as well.
Their semi-bitchy friend. Their LOUD friend. Their friend that is rumored to be a klepto and always stares at you funny. The asshole boyfriend. The rando. The boyfriend who just won’t leave. And likes to start arguments. And likes to have loud crazy sex with your roommate when you have to get up early the next day.
You don’t really know someone until you live with them. I’ll tell you right now I am the weirdo that will get up at 3am due to insomnia and dance around with a blow dryer, a brush and Britney Spears on repeat.
Living with other people you have to put up with little quirks and antics of their own and it may or may not mesh well with yours. Sure, in the beginning of moving in everything is all good in the Struggle Hood until you find out they’re shady or crazy, have crazy friends, have a crazy boyfriend, are a bigger slob than you’d ever dream to be or just have no money management skills. And that’s not going to fly come the 1st.
Deciding to live with anyone, even your “good friend” should definitely be thought over in every aspect possible.
I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to live with other people again. My husband and kids will have to find somewhere else to stay, I’ll see you guys at breakfast.