I’m not sure I’ve ever talked to someone who hasn’t had a terrible roommate experience. I’m around a lot of younger people in my workplace, and all the little seniors who are packing up and getting ready to head off for their freshman year of college come to me with their excitements and fears. Their #1 question is always, “Did you have good roommates?!” Yes. The best. Their nervous demeanors fade just a bit when they see my response is genuine. People aren’t perfect, so no roommate situation ever will be, but I definitely had the closest thing you could find. And I want them to know that college roommates (or postgrad roommates #holla), can actually be the very best part of the next few years.
I found my freshman roommates online. It basically felt like a dating site, except for finding college roommates. You’d make a profile of who you are and what you like. What your living habits are and what temperature you like to sleep in at night, etc. And then you’d fill out the exact same profile, but how you’d like your potential roommate to answer. I know right? Well I filled it out, and only did the free version because hello, part-time/minimum-wage working high school student. I had multiple top matches, but two girls came back as 98%. 98% you guys, that is basically high enough go ahead an propose amiright?! So for my large, conservative, Christians school I needed two other roommates. So I messaged my 98% feeling good and feeling great. Plus they were both beautiful and one of them even had a profile photo with a chicken. That totally meant she was cute and adventurous right? Exactly.
Anyways it was a dream come true. The three of us were inseparable and of course we were still young and drama still happened, but it was to this day the best year of college. My freshman year with my freshman website-found roomies. I loved them, and still do. Anyways, I’ve had 3+ roomies since them and have never come away thinking “I never want to live with another roommate again.” I love having roommates. Somehow it’s always just become a sisterhood that’s full of late night baking and boy talk 24/7. But I’m not just trying to take all this time to tell you how I had such wonderful roommates and how precious and special those times were yada yada… I want to give you some tips so that I’m not that 1 in million girl who actually loves having roommates.
- Like I said, people aren’t perfect. Don’t expect them to be. It’s that simple. Don’t push that onto someone else and don’t expect that of yourself either! The hardest part is accepting there will be rough patches, and instead of avoiding them just preparing for them.
- Communicate. This is where I sucked, and still suck. I’d much rather get terrible nights of sleep because my roomie snores and I don’t have the heart to tell her or nudge her or admit that I can’t sleep through it. I’m a people pleasure. It’s a fault that makes me suffer through stupid stuff ok, I get that. But I recognize it, and I’m learning that it’s kinder to be open and honest than just to start resenting a snoring roommie because I’m too “nice” to say anything to her.
- Let go of the little things. Communicate about your likes/dislikes/needs yes, but don’t be so overthetop that you have a panic attack because she moved your shampoo from the top shower shelf to the side of the tub. And if she wants to borrow your clothes, decide what pieces you’re comfortable and just let her! They’re just clothes anyways. Let it go. Let the little things go and you’ll rest easy, and you’ll have more time spent enjoying each others company than keeping track of all the little annoying things she did last week.
I’m sure the list could be longer. But these are the basics that have gotten me through. And I can sit here today, 6 roomies later and still say I love being a roommate and I love having one. So here you go girls. Live with a roommate and actually love it.