the pros and cons of sharing an aparment
after two and a half years of sharing an apartment with a complete weirdo stranger, i can honestly and wholeheartedly say: it's driving me FREAKING NUTS!
okay, time for a short epitome of my suffering: (beware, aggressive rant ahead)
it all started when i moved to cologne and into my nice little cozy prison cell room in the 24th story of "the tower". (or bunker) this was in 2008, i believe, but it already seems like an eternity away. don't get me wrong, i *adore* my room and everytime i watch out of the window, i remember why. the view is just always so very fantastic that i can't help but regret that i'll have to move out in half a year.
however, back in 2008 and during my first semester, sharing an apartment actually wasn't so bad at all. (sharing an apartment in this case means: i have my own room, another girl has her own room, but we share a kitchen and bathroom.) the first girl i lived with was very, very nice and helpful and quiet and easy to get along with, really. (she was also away on most weekends, so that was a big plus.)
BUT after she moved out (for she had already been living here for three years), a little, cute chinese girl moved in. that was my first impression of her anyways, but she turned out to be a freaking creep. from here on, she will be refered to as simply china.
so. china seemed pretty nice at first and i, being the little asian freak that i am, tought that it might be fun living together with her. but she quickly developed some strange case of fear of confrontations. which means basically: as soon as i open my door to enter the kitchen, she would, regardless of whatever she was doing at the very moment, storm into her room and then rapidly BUT veeeery quietly close her door. this really gave me a few good WTF moments. but i eventually shrugged it off. can't like everyone, i thought and didn't really care either. so this was everything that was nice about her. soon, i discovered her not so nice sides. namely balls of roughly twelve inches long black hair in the shower drain... and unidentifiable dinner leftovers in the toilet... a brutish stench in the kitchen whenever she was cooking one of her "traditional" dishes (to drown it in the toilet later on)... and when after one and a half years of china-hell, the time of departure was coming closer, she unexpectedly brought home more than three different "guyfriends"... (i didn't really mind that so much, if only she wouldn't have left her windows open... e-e;;;)
looking back now... it really wasn't that bad and i would trade china back for what i got here now anytime. seriously.
so for about three months now, i have been living together with a sweet little girl from france. again, my first impression which was radically turned around again rather quickly. to keep things simple, i'm just gonna call her france.
so, france moved in and everything seemed amazingly perfect. she was very, very nice (she still is, i give her that)... and sortof cute and everything. she even has a cute french cliché name. we got along pretty well at first (first two weeks or so)... i helped her set up her internet and tv and everything was pretty chilled. UNTIL i discovered some strange habits of hers. apparently she loves to redecorate stuff. all kinds off stuff. everything. stuff in the fridge (MY STUFF!!), stuff in the bathroom (AGAIN MY STUFF!!), and i swear to god, she'd absolutely ADORE turning my room upside down if i'd let her. she also loves to clean. and while i at first thought that this was a rather positive thing, everytime that i wake up in the morning to a vacuum cleaner banging against my door, i doubt it a little more. she loves to clean a lot, too. so she tends to clean the apartment twice a week. ( i did offer help. and she was all like "nono, it's not much, don't worry. i like cleaning :D :D :D!!" ... and i am now at a point where all i can say is: "... alrite... whatever. BE QUIET!")
she also loves to cook. which is okay, because her cooking doesn't smell. she loves to sing and to listen to weird music (in the mornings) and generally things that are unnecessarily NOISY. this is really the most annoying thing about her. she is SO LOUD it's really making me kind of aggressive. i already got the constant noise from drilling machines drilling craters into the walls, i REALLY don't need any more aggravating noise. especially not around ten in the morning. i'm a freaking STUDENT, goddamnit!! i like to sleep in!! and it doesn't stop the whole day through. it seems that whenever she's at home, she's skyping with someone. and it seems like she thinks, whoever she's talking to, will understand her better, when she freaking shouts into the microphone. (of cooouuuurse. after all it's a LONG DISTANCE call, RIGHT?) ...........
and while i really can't critize her for doing it, it really really makes me feel uncomfortable, that she ALWAYS leaves her door open.
so, i'm sure that i've forgotten some things in my little story, but the ranting really helped getting my stress level down.
i'm looking forward to driving home tomorrow evening because i will finally be able to feel comfortable again.
i am just not made for sharing an apartment.
will go smeep now. thanks for your attention. *bows*