This is why I loved living alone....

The Fiance and I live with two other roommates. I know, in terms of the best way to start our life together, this kind of sucks. In terms of finances, it's awesome, and in the grand scheme of things, it's only temporary. Considering the living situation we're in, we really did luck out. Our house is big enough that 4 of us live there without feeling like we're on top of each other, and our roommates are two of the most un-intrusive people we could ever ask for. In other words, we're all nice and courteous to each other, but they don't bother us and we don't bother them.

Unfortunately, even the best roommate situations have their challenges. For example, the Fiance and I don't have our own bathroom. Because I moved in after the other three were already here, we didn't have a chance to claim the sweet master bedroom with private bath (and jacuzzi tub--ask me how bummed I am that that thing is going to waste). Fair enough. So, we share our bathroom with our other roommate who is not, shall we say, the cleanest person. Suffice it to say that if I didn't clean our bathroom, it would get pretty nasty very quickly. Tonight I was taking a shower after coming home from the gym, and I got a whiff of something mildewy. In the shower? I stepped towards the faucet--nothing. I stepped toward the front of the shower--ew! It's my roommate's washcloth, hanging on that little shower handle. It really is disgusting.

As the only girl in a house full of boys, I tend to hesitate before nagging any of them because I'm well aware my tolerance for dirtiness is much lower than theirs. It's not that I'm uber-clean, but I hate, hate, hate not having control over how clean others are. I could nag my roommie about his gross washcloth, but if he didn't take care of it right away, it'll drive me crazy. I have a feeling I'll just end up throwing it into my next load of laundry to save my sanity and maintain the peace in the house.

I have to confess, I miss having my own place. I miss being able to let my dishes sit in the sink without feeling guilty, I miss being able to leave my wash in the dryer until I feel like getting around to folding it, and I miss being able to pee with the bathroom door open. Let me make it clear that it's not living with the Fiance that is stressful to me--we're so comfortable around each other that I don't care if he has to tolerate the cheesy ABC Family movie I'm watching, or if I have to ask him to wash the dishes. It's living with people I'm not so comfortable with that reminds me of why I was so relieved to get my own apartment in the first place--and why I miss it so much. But for now, our own place is on the back burner until we get this wedding stuff taken care of. Then we'll tackle the living situation and I can fall back into my old solo-apartment habits. Except peeing with the door open. :)