So in the course of one week, the number of members in my household has increased from one (me) to now three (K______, and D_____, the last of which is now my boyfriend). While considering my past feelings of loneliness and isolation I've expressed at having to live every waking moment by myself and being plagued by constant feelings of isolation destitution, you'd think that I would be practically exploding at the seams with excitement at having roommates. And at first I was.
Until today, when it settled in that I am now sharing my personal space with 2 other people. And that's when the reality of it hit me.
I',m not irritated or annoyed at all. It just isn't what I was expecting and I am being reminded of what it's like to not live by yourself and what it means to share again and what it means to be considerate again. The days of my 3 AM naked trips to the kitchen for peanut butter and milk are over. Now I have to put underwear or shorts one because I doubt unsuspecting victims want to see me naked (well one of them might lol)
I guess what I need to remember are boundaries. What's mine, what's theirs, what to share, what isn't appropriate to share, but to always be conscientious because I don't want to be a shitty roommate and be the driving force that pushes anybody away.
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