There would be six of them. Six fucking roommates. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like. I was worried. Would I have to share a bedroom? How would I cope without privacy? How would people react to experiencing the real me? My excitement of moving to California was slowly being replaced with stress and doubt.
It’s been two weeks so far and I can’t believe how well it’s going. I can’t believe that I don’t hate everyone yet. In fact, I like everyone. And I also can’t believe that I haven’t been craving time to myself.
There’s still a lot of time for things to change, but right now I’m living in a dream.