When I first moved in, there were only two others in residence. I must admit that it all felt a bit Big Brother at the time as new housemates joined The House. We all get along well enough with each other, considering we have no communal living area, just the kitchen. It'll come as no surprise that the kitchen is where we spend most time talking. That and the garden porch, where a couple of us will share a smoke and chit some chat.
It's also the first time I've lived alone. Which isn't to say I've never had my own place, I have, but I was either dating someone or living with them. This time it's just me. Except that it isn't. I still see my boys and we have the occasional sleepover (last time we had a tent in my room). I really quite like living here. True, it has it's fair share of faults but it suits my purposes.
Two of our housemates have left the house and already been replaced. Just when I was getting used to everybody, the dynamic changes. Oh, well. I know it's a bit of a cliche but that's life. People come and go in our lives all the time. I'm sure the new housemates will fit in just as well as the old ones.
Who knows where I'll be this time, next year? I don't. But right now I'm happy enough where I am.
