Housemates

Have you ever met people and though “Oh no, I’m not going to like these people. They are not my type of people”. That was the first thing that I thought about my soon to be housemates. They were not like me. They were peppy, loud and over the top. They were the kind of girls my friends and I would have ignored and mocked in high school. I was quiet, negative and secluded. Then a guy moved in and I knew we weren’t going to be friends. He was way to happy, and I had never lived with a guy before. How could I ever be friends with these people? It was going to be a strange house. Little did I know they would be some of the best people I could have ever met.

They taught me how to venture outside of my quiet, negative little bubble. We started to eat together, then hangout together, next thing I knew we did everything together. They showed me that there is beauty in everything, you just have to look hard enough. They helped me through tough times and I like to think that I helped them too. There was more to them than I initially though, it was a pleasant surprise. Don’t get me wrong, they are loud, over the top, and weird but that’s what makes them perfectly imperfect to live with. They are just my type of weird. They are my type of people.

We laughed together, drank together, cried together. I could not have asked for better housemates, for they are not just my housemates, they are my family.