For the past ten weeks, I had a roommate living in my house. Since I did not charge rent or anything, it was more like a house guest. The daughter of long-term friends received a summer internship in Orange County, and my house was closer to the company location. In preparation, my parents and I cleared out one of the spare bedrooms. In addition to moving my heavy adjustable bed into the room, I also purchased several items of furniture: dresser, desk, nightstand, end table, and two lamps. My friends bought the office chair and left it for me.
The house guest mostly kept to herself and spent the night somewhere else for about one-quarter of the time. She did not cook very much, and usually ate in the bedroom. She was very unintrusive, but it was still an inconvenience to have a non-family person stay with you. Now I have a fully furnished empty room in my house.
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Updated: Monday, August 28th @7:40 pm
It is strange. Even though I only interacted with my house guest three or four times over the ten weeks, I feel more alone once she moved out. Maybe it is the knowledge that someone else is in the next room? It was only ten weeks but I feel I need to readjust to living alone again.
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