Should I Be Worried?

I consider myself a pretty flexible person. I don’t mean that I’m a bendy-pretzel-gymnast, although I do have a mean high kick, but I mean I am very easy going. I think that I get along with most personalities and am pretty open to experiencing new people.

But something that has had me sh*tting my pants the past few weeks is the idea of new roommates. I am very set in my ways about that.

A little back story:

My freshman year of college, I hate a really great roommate. We were best friends or anything like that, but we could talk about anything and it was a pretty easy living situation with a few bumps along the way. Unfortunately, she decided that it wasn’t the school for her and transferred after that year. So sophomore year, I had no idea who I was living with until the last minute.

As fate would have it, I ended up living with two of my soul mates, Brix and Thia. We all have similar personalities with subtle nuances that make us different, but the perfect fit for each other. We had a great year and loved living together.

Then junior year came and Thia moved to Madrid for 5 months. Brix and I were left with very few options. We moved into an apartment with one of our other mutual friends, but there was still an open room. The room was given to a roommate whose name will not be mentioned (I couldn’t get her to sign a release), but let’s just call her Satan. Satan was the living embodiment of a nightmare and every second of living with her was torture. She was rude. She was messy. She was extremely inconsiderate. I’m talking, people in and out like a revolving door, always screaming because she didn’t understand the meaning of “not everyone stays awake until 3AM on a Tuesday.”

Needless to say, moving to London and meeting four new roommates has kept me up worrying that I will have the British equivalent of Satan. It’s too early to tell, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed for good things. Thankfully I don’t have to share a room or bathroom, so that’s one less thing to worry about. No shower scheduling, no worrying about them snoring or me talking in my sleep (which is a real problem that I have). So new roomies, I’m looking forward to the next couple months, please don’t prove yourselves to be British Satans.

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