That Girl from Derwent dwells on the value of religion this Christmas.
That Girl from Derwent has learned a few more things about prejudice since moving up North.
That Girl From Derwent reckons if you're going to be offensive, you should find a better reason.
That Girl from Derwent considers why it is that some words have wider implications than others.
I loved having a variety of people around at any hour. I loved there always being something going on. I loved wandering round college in the early hours of the morning.
I was very sad to leave.
Except the kitchen that is.
Now I love my house.
I love being able to chill out on my sofa; eat at proper table as opposed to at my desk, and watch TV at any hour of the day. Okay, so the Internet still isn't sorted in the house, but I’m not minding so much, not when my daily walk to campus provides me with a reason to get out of the house/go food shopping.
In fact, I had gotten so used to the house, so adjusted to living there on my own, that it was a bit of a shock when my first housemate moved back in.
I discovered that sharing a house is very different from all living in halls. There are different expectations; and there are different rules. Most of all, it’s just a very, very different situation.
First off, I soon discovered that I had, in my two weeks or so on my own; spread my stuff absolutely everywhere, resulting in a need for a major clear up/sort out of my stuff, especially in the kitchen. As it is, my housemate and I have pretty much monopolised the kitchen cupboards – we’re going to have to seriously rethink things when the rest of the housemates move back.
Secondly, after a week of doing what I liked, when I liked, I suddenly found I had to take my housemate into consideration. That he would worry if I went out without telling him and wonder where I was if I decided to stay over at someone else’s house rather than walk home in the dark. In some ways, it was like having a parent again – or maybe a mostly disinterested sibling around. Days spent “being boring” on my pc, were out. Days spent chilling in the lounge with books and TV are in. Actually, thinking about, when you’ve got someone there, aware of your every move, you are sometimes more likely the work. So this is better for my degree. I didn’t want to look the laziest of the pair.
TV though has caused some friction. I can’t watch what I like, and often feel guilty if I have the TV on while he is reading. On the other hand, I did buy the TV license. And some people just have to be made to watch The Big Bang Theory. It’s funny. Though maybe far too much E4 has been watched in the last week.
I guess most of the awkwardness ties in with the fact that this is the first time living with this person - whether the first time ever, or the first time in months. You are getting used to you house, and you are getting used to cohabitation again and all the trials that come with this, be they who cleans what or who buys the next loaf of bread.
Yet, I have discovered that these things quickly fade away. Okay, so there are difficulties, but hopefully it won’t be long before you realise that none of it really matters. In my case, I’m living with one of my best friends, and I know that he’d forgive me pretty much anything, and we’re going to get on pretty well (at least until the other two get here).
Sometimes you just have to welcome them home with a bottle of vodka, a lion mask, and a big rawr!
Forget worrying too much about the other stuff – everything will be fine.
You must log in to submit a comment.
