They are crazy. They drive me insane. And most of all, I usually come to love them to death. Roommates are those people who you share your housing contract with because you can’t afford to pay for it by yourself. They are the people who see you at the end of the day and ask how your day was. They are the ones who put up with your crazy habits, weird fetishes, and obnoxious music. Roommates are the ones who make you laugh, cry, and flat-out crazy. Roommates pretty much see it all.
I once had nine roommates. Although I love each of them to death, I had my moments when I was about ready to sleep in my car because I had enough. Thankfully, that never happened and everything ended up working out just fine. But this round of roommates . . . well, I’m not really sure what to make of them.
Roommate #1: Mysterious Roommate With No Name
I came home from work today and I found several new pieces of furniture that we not there when I left for work. I found some of my boxes had been moved from storage and replaced by a washer and dryer. It wasn’t a big deal. I just stuck all of them in my closet. But I sure would like to meet this mysterious roommate.
Roommate #2: Mysterious Roommate With A Name
She’s the gluten-free one. She’s pretty nice but I’m not sure if she likes me. I think I freaked her out today when I introduced myself. Like an idiot, I kept talking (mostly because I was nervous) and talking. By the time I was walking into my room, and she was into hers, I turned to say “see ya later” and the door was closed. I think I might have scared her for life. No big deal.
And then there’s me.
Roommate #3: Non-mysterious Roommate With Clean Freak and Travel-themed obsession.
The girl who moved out took the shower curtain so I went shower curtain hunting tonight and found a really cute one at Kohl’s. It’s a vintage Pairs, Rome, London themed curtain and I’m in love with it. I’m a huge fan of the travel themed because it reminds me to chase my dreams and to not let anything stop me from living life to the fullest. Call me cheesy, but that’s honestly what it makes me think of.
Compared to both roommates, I’m a clean freak. You can see the floor. All of my clothes are put away. My dishes are done. You can see the floor (shocker, I know). And cherry on top: I have a clean bathroom, and kitchen (except it’s dirty because someone came in and messed it all up. Humph.). It’s pretty great.
While I was on my mission and as a Freshman in college, I quickly learned that I cannot handle messes. They drive me crazy and seriously mess with my ability to focus, remain calm, and on task. As the scriptures say, “a cleanly house is a godly house.” But more than that I just do it to keep my own sanity.
Between trying to keep my sanity while easing into the idea of having to share a room with someone once fall semester starts, I’m going to do my best to not let the messes get to me. Everyone has their own definition of cleanliness and mine is just a little more extreme than most.
I’m excited to get to know my roommates. I hope that we’ll have grand adventures together and flirt with lots of cute boys. And maybe even go on some dates. We’ll see. But most of all, I’m grateful for roommates. They really do keep me anchored and remind me to not take myself so seriously when I do. So, I guess, the truth about roommates is this: They are awesome. They will drive you insane. But they will also be your friend when you need one.
Do you have any funny roommate stories?