The Blog
Real life, real chaos, real funny. Each essay is a window into the kind of complicated that doesn't fit on a bumper sticker.
There's a moment in every unconventional living situation where you realize this is just your life now. For me, it was a Tuesday, and it involved a sectional sofa that no one would claim ownership of.
Read this one →Forget love languages. Forget attachment styles. The real test of whether you can coexist with another human being is how you behave together in a grocery store.
Read this one →There's an art to explaining your living situation to relatives who are still processing the concept of 'roommates after thirty.' I have not mastered this art. Here's what happened anyway.
Read this one →Someone suggested we use a shared Google Calendar 'for logistics.' Three weeks later, it had become a passive-aggressive art form and I had a recurring event called 'Quiet Time (MANDATORY).'
Read this one →At some point, I realized I'd become a character in other people's anecdotes. The friend with the 'interesting' living situation. The one who always has a story. It's flattering until you wonder what they're leaving out.
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