I am a senior in college, studied abroad in England, and am perfectly capable of taking care of myself but, I still get nervous at the start of each semester. You would think that being 21 and having lived in another country alone for three months would have toughened me up. But, as I get ready to move back to school on Sunday, I still feel the nerves of starting over, mostly because I have horrible freaking luck with roommates.
For the next four months, I will have three new roommates those of whom I have never met. Historically, I have notoriously bad luck in these situations. For some reason, the universe has a vendetta against me when it comes to moving in with new people. I have lived with an insomniac who watched horror movies at 3 a.m, two of the messiest girls I have ever met, and two girls who smoked enough to be mistaken for Colorado natives.
I am a magnet for bad roommates.
However, surprisingly enough, this week one of my new roommates messaged me on Facebook. This is the first time in seven sets of roommates that a randomly selected roommate has ever reached out to me first. Usually, I am always the one who has to make the first move.
So, things are already starting out better than they usually do. I can only hope that I have paid the universe my roommate dues and that this set will be a good set. Please, universe, I am begging you. I can’t spend another semester listening to Chain Saw Massacre through the walls and seeping into my dreams, or cleaning two-week old burnt spaghetti off the kitchen stove.
And after four years and a few really bad roommates, I am really not that hard to please. I just need a shelf in the fridge – just a tiny space to put my food – and some quiet after 12 a.m.
Because you know what? I really can’t bring myself to clean up another noodle of burnt spaghetti this semester.
Any good roommate stories? Do you have good or bad luck with roommates?