My whole life I have lived with girls even now in college I live with girls. And it is not easy. Living with girls its an estrogen filled battle ground with a low survival rate. Everyone hopes that they land the perfect set of roommates. Some do, some don't. My sisters all seemed to land normal and awesome roommates. Then there is me. I lived in my first apartment for four weeks.
When I first moved in, everything seemed fine at first and I was super excited. The girls I lived with were down to earth and nice. After the first argument the house was divided. I tried to stay neutral and out of it all but living in the same house and seeing my roommates every day was really hard. I got shoved to one side. It was four against two and I was on the two side. Switched around rooms and things seemed to settle down. A fight happened again and before I knew it me and my roommate, we will call her Chelsea, were given the silent treatment, had to walk everywhere went as neither of us owned a car, and were given the death glare around every corner. After speaking to the apartment manager and a miracle of sorts we were able to switch apartments.
Apartment number 2 was a step up but still not the greatest. We lived with a delusional soul that took things that didn't belong to her, a lesbian, and then the most normal one, we will call her Abby. Abby and I had a lot of fun together. Unfortunately, Chelsea wasn't happy that Abby and I had hit it off so well. When the boy she thought she was going to marry dumped her, she blamed it on me and moved out before Christmas. The apartment that was supposed to house six girls was down to four. February came around and Abby's boyfriend moved to town and she moved in with him. We were now down to three living in shared rooms which ended up being private for the cost of a shared.The rest of the year was pretty mellow.
Apartment Number 3-Set one. After the school year I decided to stay in town and work for the summer. I moved to a complex with four girls to an apartment and all private rooms with their own vanity/sink in each. Taking a chance, again, I moved in with three other girls I didn't know. Meg, Jen, and Hayley. Meg turned out to be a drug and sex addict and was kicked out before the end of the summer. Jen was engaged and always with her fiance. But Hayley and I became very good friends and still are.
Apartment Number 3-Set two. As summer ended, Meg left town, Jen got married but Hayley and I stayed in the same apartment. Katie and Cali moved in at the beginning of the school year. I never see Katie. I don't know if she even eats, that's how little I see her. Cali is a major introvert, but if you get her talking she will talk until you go to your room and close the door, even then she still sometimes keeps talking to you through the door. Being that Cali and Katie stay in their rooms and are seriously socially challenged, Hayley and I spend most of our time in each others rooms hanging out.
I have yet to find an apartment with girls that are all normal people. As much as I want that, I have learned a lot. I've learned to be friends with whoever my roommates are and if not go find other apartments to be friends with. You learn to put up with a lot. No toilet paper, dirty dishes, never cleaning, garbage overflowing, clashing personalities and values, and just about everything anyone can do to annoy you. Its all part of the experience and as hard as it is, at the end of the day you are just grateful you have a place to live. #roommates #fourtoomanygirls #college #lifewithgirls