gooblax
MVP
I've lived alone for almost a year now. Although I've really liked it, there's a large financial downside. I feel as though I should go find myself a flatmate and just try and be a normal person for awhile, or at least until I can save up enough to buy a place of my own. I can't imagine living with anyone though.
Just saying "good morning" is hard enough if there's any chance of continued attempt at small talk, but I'm happy to deal with that when I'm out or at work or whatever... Just not where I live. I need a space for "just me" without having to worry about small talk in the kitchen. It's not even an option to go out to be by myself because of online commitments... Then there's the additional issue where people grow resentful of flatmates who hide in their rooms and don't want to spend any time together. As if that's even an option.
Within this 'year' living alone, there were 2 months with my cousin. Even though she's a lot like me in terms of being quiet and keeping to herself, I found myself trying to spend as little time as possible in the common areas, making the quickest meals I could chuck on a plate before zapping back to eat in my room. I imprison myself, but I just want to be alone in peace, not alone in hiding. It's just going to be the same, if not worse, with a near-stranger.
I don't know what to do. It's no longer worth the extra $115/wk , even if it's going to be too much for me to handle.
Just saying "good morning" is hard enough if there's any chance of continued attempt at small talk, but I'm happy to deal with that when I'm out or at work or whatever... Just not where I live. I need a space for "just me" without having to worry about small talk in the kitchen. It's not even an option to go out to be by myself because of online commitments... Then there's the additional issue where people grow resentful of flatmates who hide in their rooms and don't want to spend any time together. As if that's even an option.
Within this 'year' living alone, there were 2 months with my cousin. Even though she's a lot like me in terms of being quiet and keeping to herself, I found myself trying to spend as little time as possible in the common areas, making the quickest meals I could chuck on a plate before zapping back to eat in my room. I imprison myself, but I just want to be alone in peace, not alone in hiding. It's just going to be the same, if not worse, with a near-stranger.
I don't know what to do. It's no longer worth the extra $115/wk , even if it's going to be too much for me to handle.