My roommates will probably provide me with the most material for this blog, so they deserve their own post. I will preface this by saying my exposure to roommates before adulthood was limited to my parents and the random few I lived with in college. But when you reach adulthood, you have three options: you live alone, you live with college friends, or you meet your new bff's on Craigslist. I lived alone in Atlantic City and that resulted in me buying a dog to keep myself company, my college friends were still in college when I was an adult, and so I resorted to the last option, and there I found them... Craigslist.
I have three roommates, four if you count Alex's alter ego Jessica (who occasionally hangs out when were visiting our favorite bar in town). When I was ready to leave the best roommate I ever had (my mom, Kim) and make the move to Philly, I realized just how few friends I had. A short ad on Craigslist and a few days later and I received the first "normal" response saying "Hi, my name is Alex (female).." After some light Facebook stalking, I knew we would get along. She enjoyed wine and The Bachelor and I didn't need to learn anything else about her. Together we searched for houses and eventually found a beautiful 4 bedroom, and then we searched Facebook for some more normal people to add to our home. Enter Shawna. She moved in a few days after we did and eventually recruited Hannah from her job to move in with us as well.
It's now been 9 months with complete strangers and the strangest thing about us is our common love for murder. Considering we met online, I am not too surprised that we listen to crime podcasts, watch murder mysteries, and the occasional conspiracy video. But living with them has been so fun, I don't think I will ever go back to living alone. Not only do I have on-demand dog sitters, but there's always someone to hang out with after being home alone all day. We act like 80 year olds with our nightly 7pm Jeopardy viewing, scheduled shower times, and preparing dinners that are easily digested. But we also still go out, get absolutely hammered while drunk texting our moms asking what they were doing when they went into labor with us, dabble in the occasional stealing of bar items, and send unlimited screenshots of our conversations with boys to craft perfect responses.
My advice to everyone is to give random roommates a shot. Worst case scenario they sell drugs out of your living room, but best case scenario you get three amazing people who like to complain about people as much as you do. So to my roommates, don't get bashful with my new blog. Although my life is wild and crazy, I still need your material to make it even wilder. While you are all working hard as recruiters and therapists, keep little me in mind, the girl with no job.
Author - mallory
I've always lived a wild life, so here I am to document it for the world... be ready for some fun adventures, xoxo.