Jerk Roommates

I'm 24 years old.

This isn't bragging, it's a statement of fact. I'm 24 years old and I've never lived by myself. I went from my parents' home to my freshman residence hall, where I lived with two girls. My sophomore year I lived with the same girl all year, and she's still one of my best friends. Junior year, senior year, and student teaching semester I lived by myself in a single room, but on a hallway full of people. The closest I've come to living alone was various house sitting gigs ranging from a week to five weeks. Mostly, I like living around other people, so that's why I chose to live around others when I moved from Michigan to Kansas. The big historical home was great when there were six and we were all still "honeymooning" (cleaning up after ourselves and not being douchbags to each other).

Now there are three of us. Two, really, because our house manager is rarely home. Not their fault...they have a life. But I'm 24 years old. I have no interest in cleaning up after another human being. There's a reason I don't have children. There's a reason I got a dog who has no interest in chewing on things or tearing things up. So my having to constantly be cleaning up after a grown man (Cleaning our shared bathroom, doing all of the dishes, etc etc etc) is unacceptable. I'm out. New mission: Find a place to live where rent is reasonable, and I can have a dog.