When I tell people who I live with, I realize how odd it must sound to some. I think a lot of people in the city are more in touch with dysfunction so my situation just seems too lollipop land. Usually if someone is living with their 33 yr. old boyfriend and 22 yr. old brother, it's out of financial necessity. Well we've proved that's not the issue here. It was our choice to live together, I think. I mean, it was awhile ago. I remember that we were supposed to move into a larger place at one point but due to someone not holding up their end of the deal, that never happened. (thankfully because if I was in washington heights right now, I dont know what I'd do). However, in the end, it was a mutual and comfortable decision. Anyhow, maybe it's not as odd as I think it sounds to others. But I have gotten the "Oh really?" look when it's come up in conversation.
All I know is we're really lucky. We all get along well it's not like we live in a cave. I guess Im just so happy to finally be in a place I call home and look forward to being here. No roomates from hell. That's all a girl like me could ask for.
Roomate history:
College- a female softball player who grew up fairly "sheltered" and was going thru the party time stage of her life when I lived with her.
-A crazy woman who was pagan (which is usually a good thing unless you're INSANE like she was) and a guy with OCD.
-A couple who physically abused eachother and when we finally called the cops on them, they blamed us somehow.
Other places- A drunk who got a DUI in the middle of our season at an outdoor theatre. Other roomate during that time was a married woman who felt she needed something (someone) else in life so she found herself a dancer to play with. She was emotionally unstable.
-A larger woman with SERIOUS manic depressive disorder.
-My first day at work, another roomate (with an eating disorder) unplugged the alarm clock and I was late to call for the first and only time ever. (By the way, the boy was my boss at the time, I didnt know him yet).
Anyway, the list goes on. Im so happy to finally live with people who are on the same weirdness level with me. Phew.
All I know is we're really lucky. We all get along well it's not like we live in a cave. I guess Im just so happy to finally be in a place I call home and look forward to being here. No roomates from hell. That's all a girl like me could ask for.
Roomate history:
College- a female softball player who grew up fairly "sheltered" and was going thru the party time stage of her life when I lived with her.
-A crazy woman who was pagan (which is usually a good thing unless you're INSANE like she was) and a guy with OCD.
-A couple who physically abused eachother and when we finally called the cops on them, they blamed us somehow.
Other places- A drunk who got a DUI in the middle of our season at an outdoor theatre. Other roomate during that time was a married woman who felt she needed something (someone) else in life so she found herself a dancer to play with. She was emotionally unstable.
-A larger woman with SERIOUS manic depressive disorder.
-My first day at work, another roomate (with an eating disorder) unplugged the alarm clock and I was late to call for the first and only time ever. (By the way, the boy was my boss at the time, I didnt know him yet).
Anyway, the list goes on. Im so happy to finally live with people who are on the same weirdness level with me. Phew.
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