Roommates: An Introvert’s Worst Nightmare
I dreamed of going to college for as long as I can remember. I typically enjoyed going to school and learning something new, so I never gave going to college a second thought.
Not only was I excited about the academia, but I was also always excitedly anticipated living with a roommate around a bunch of other 19-year-olds. I knew before college that I’m very introverted and my alone time is precious. Regardless, I was still excited about the new dynamic of sharing a space with people that could potentially turn into friends.
Four years later, I’m partially right.
I’ve had some great roommates that have turned into close friends, but I’ve also had some really shitty ones. My living dynamics have ranged from a single dorm room to an entire apartment.
Everything from the ones that don’t clean up after themselves to the petty mean girls that talk about you when you’re just down the hallway. I got to see a solid mix of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I guess that’s the whole college experience thing, right?
But regardless of how good or bad my experience was with all of these girls was, my original concern was correct.
I hate living with other people.
I love my roommates-turned-friends (and vice versa), but people drain me regardless of the disposition I have with them.
Nothing recharges my mind and body the way solitude does. And when you’re sharing a space with multiple people, there is rarely a chance you’re truly alone. That being said, here are all of the reasons I am so unbelievably excited to move back into my own space at home when I graduate.
Sharing A Kitchen
The kitchen is my sacred safe space. And there’s nothing I hate more than sharing that space with other people.
In the time I have lived at college, I picked up a few tips and tricks in cooking and grew to find it enjoyable. The process made the meal feel more rewarding. However, the freedom and relaxation that once came from cooking disappeared as soon as roommates were added into the mix.