I had a phone call with my new roommate Brian last week. I told him I’m a writer who works as an editor while taking law classes. He told me he’s in public relations, but aspires to be an actor. We discussed board game nights, unwashed dishes and our desire to be social roommates (as opposed to retreating to our own rooms all the time).
Then he asked if I have any roommate pet peeves. It’s been so long since I lived with roommates! I remember getting annoyed with my sophomore year roommate who never took out the garbage. A dirty kitchen was occasionally a problem later. Then I lived with a boyfriend with much lower housekeeping standards than my own.
I then thought about my own annoying habits.
1.I walk around the apartment while brushing my teeth. What? I do my best teeth cleaning while taking in the Olympic Mountains from my window.
2.Hand-wash-only dishes linger in my sink longer than I care to admit.
3.It’s 6:51 p.m., and I just put on my pajamas.
4.When I discover a new song or album I love, I listen over and over and over and over and … .
5.I call my parents every weekend, and we talk for about two hours.
6.Less-than-quality TV (but no “Real Housewives,” “Dancing With the Stars,” etc.)
7.I get all self-righteous and tell people they need therapy.
But I like to think I have some redeeming roommate qualities:
1.A pot of homemade soup (or other comfort foods) most weeks.
2.I won’t get crabby about a dish left in the sink, but I probably will wash and put it away.
3.I always have a treat of some sort on hand.
4.I work in news. I can carry on a conversation about nearly anything.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.