On Being 30, or Reasons I Am Too Old To Live In A Sharehouse

*Disclaimer: I adore my housemates. They are wonderful people and dear friends. This list is merely an observation in the ways I have changed.

  1. More than anything, I despise sharing a bathroom. I am cursed with a shy bladder and, although it has adapted to survive, it certainly makes for an uncomfortable living situation. Especially when there is no lock on the bathroom door.
  2. I am a light sleeper. I fear that I may be turning into my father, who values sleep more than almost anything in this world. I, too, become irrationally angry when awoken against my will by other humans, even ones I love.
  3. I am not 19 anymore. In fact, I am closer to 40 than I am to 19. Yeah. Let that sink in.
  4. There is always someone home. I enjoy being social, but as I have gotten older, and worked in a job constantly surrounded by people, I have come to value my alone time. Your home should be your oasis. Your sanctuary. Your haven where you recharge your batteries for the next inevitable social encounter.
  5. I really really like to control the A.C.
  6. As a Highly Sensitive Person, I value silence at home. Especially when it comes to animals. I abhor creatures being in my space and making unnecessary, constant noise.
  7. Cleaning someone’s dishes before you cook your dinner should not ever be a thing. And yet here we are. I don’t enjoy cooking, even when the dishes are already clean, so adding this extra step is a really good excuse to uber eats that ish.
  8. Getting to know someone while simultaneously living with them is a strange concept. Not an inherently bad one, just a bit more unconventional than a normal friendship.
  9. It really just boils down to the fact that I’m an old fogey set in my ways.
  10. I just really really like things exactly the way I like them.