Category Archive

Roommates

The practice of living with roommates and getting along with family definitely deserves its own category of posts.

Help me, Homies: My slovenly roommates attract bugs which I’m powerless to stop

Some of my roommates have been, let’s say, not so good with cleaning sometimes. So the bugs came. We rarely see them during the day, but they’re EVERYWHERE at night. Turning on the light, I usually have to stifle my instinctive scream. HELP. ME.

How I survived The Castle — a party house with eight other roommates

Our house was so well-known that I was once informed of my own party by strangers. You can bet I have ideas about surviving a party house.

Chill. I like you.

How do we get our housemate to relax about trying to please us?

We like our new roommate, but he seems anxious and way too eager to please. Offbeat Homies, how on earth do you get the excitable bogan housemate to settle into a chilled-out hippy house?

How do I get my new college roommate in the loop about my anxiety and depression?

Juliana is returning to school time away to tend to problematic anxiety. What does she need to tell her new roommate?

Communes: the pros & cons of intentional community

Ever wondered what it would be like to live in a commune? Well, let my mom tell you ALL about it.

Embracing my inner mooch: learning to love living with my boyfriend’s parents

I’m starting to appreciate the full range of benefits of co-habitating with my boyfriend’s family, a lifestyle formerly known to me as “mooching.” Admittedly, I originally was eager to partake in the no-rent, frequent-free-meals, high-quality-shower type of benefits. These selfish reasons are certainly the temptation of every low-life mooch. I felt less guilty, however, after I read Little House on a Small Planet.

Peacefully integrating my partner into my house

I had three years to settle into My Way before my then-fiance moved into my house. And we learned I’m not very good at sharing my space. After a very tense month of Mo walking on eggshells and me taking the brunt of the housework, I realized something needed to give… and that thing was me.

When one of your roommates is a newborn

Mamacita, her husband, and baby girl share a house with two roommates. What’s it like?