A new move, a new chance...

It's a new move that I will be making soon enough, and I cannot wait for it to happen!

My experience of having more than six people in the house hasn't been all exciting and stress-free as one could have thought.
Living with multiple people in the same house and having different views isn't fun. I cannot deal with strangers coming in the house at all times of the say, expecting everyone to be alright with it. I had enough!
Enough of the non-stop fighting on whose dishes are in the sink, or who didn't pay rent on time. Please, give me a break! I cannot deal with the non-stop loud music, loud stamping, or slammed doors.

I have so many questions...

How long does it take to clean your plate and fork? Will it kill you to stand up in front of the sink with your hands under the warm water?
Why slam the door at all hours of the day? Did the door hurt you in any way?
Where goes the food from the fridge?  Who's the magician?
How much time do you need in that bathroom? Isn't your room enough space to get dressed and undressed?

Living with housemates is tough, tougher than it may seem, and despite the fun that it can bring, if one of your housemates isn't friendly or even respectful towards you, there's no point in staying in a house like that!

I'm not one to use the bathroom for hours at a time, I may put the bathroom in a fog, but that's it. Max thirty minutes because I have to blow-dry my hair but again... Not even thirty minutes! But then again, I understand girls who wear makeup, constantly changing outfits, and curl their hair can take a while, and the long thirty-minute shower. I can understand, I can try to comprehend it, try to find other alternatives on my routine, but when it turns into a disaster, turns into a living nightmare where you arrive to work late because you couldn't brush your teeth on time, it's enough.
Not sure how many times I took my toothbrush and toothpaste with me to work cause I knew I couldn't pass into that famous bathroom.
I'll stop there with the bathroom story, it could lead to another two more paragraph altogether!

Next point that people who live with housemate have to understand is the "friends" you bring home, like more than three people, more like party size group of people. Let's be honest, in that group of people, how many do you truly know, even know their names or where they are from. Please answer truthfully... We know college is all about "parties" and such but when you live with multiple housemates who work long hours the next day, be respectful enough. The loud music, screams at three or four in the morning? Is it really necessary to have all these dumb people over just to have you complain the next day about food that disappears? Is it necessary? Will you die if you do not have a house party? Last time I checked, you couldn't die of that specific situation. There's always a way for you to join a college party at a college little building or friends house or whoever is throwing it!
Again, I would have been alright with the parties, but when it lasts till four in the morning and then wake up four hours later to go to work but see that one of the housemates who threw the party is complaining about food being missing. I mean... I can't! I won't bother on trying to see the positive out of this type of situation.

In the end, living with people is nice, and the fact that you are never truly alone has some perks, but you have to realize that it won't be easy. Not simple at all!

So this new place that I'm moving into is going to be more a friend's house. Technically, one of my friends asked if I wanted to move in with him as I was looking for a place. I found it extremely nice of him to ask, but I wanted to move out with a friend who is currently living with me, already. S and I had an idea with her boyfriend and her friend. We would pay less rent and be with people we all like was going to be easier. Less drama, fewer parties. You catch my drift! To end the story short, I'll be moving with my friend, S and her boyfriend and her friend, M. I can't wait to have the living room to read and write whenever I want. Less time at the bar, that's for sure. Cause let's be honest if I go to the bar that often it's because I want to get as far as possible to my current house. Sorry if I'm disappointing a few people.  I cope the best way I possibly can.

Now, as this change will be new, I want to start fresh... What I mean by that is the fact that I want to write another blog, more for advice, and giving out my opinion, support. I know I'm from being a professional, but sometimes blowing out steam to a stranger or even asking questions and receive someone's own experience may help.
I'm also planning on selling clothes on depop. It's an app on your phone, I found it a month ago, purchases a few items and  I haven't got disappointed! People are amazing, and the clothes that I bought was wonderful, fits well. So, despite the obvious fact that young adults need extra money, and that large amount of clothes that I own as well as my mum's (she has too much, so she wanted to help), selling them in good condition would benefit lots of people.
Another thing I want to start doing more is giving my opinion more on books. No, I won't write a blog just for it, that would be too annoying but every month or two, I would like to write a post about a recent book I read, liked and comment, give my opinion, criticise it if needed. People need to get back on reading, we all have lost the touch, and it's very depressing to so many good books being unnoticed. I wouldn't want my novel to be on the table, untouched. It would be a disappointment.

A change that isn't all that stress-free, moving into a new place when you are working non-stop, pulling double shifts, and managing taxes... Yes, cause I have been procrastinating, who wants to do their taxes? Plus I did them by myself, for the first time, and let's be honest knowing you have to pay for the state as well as federal, ugh... Let me kill myself! I ain't American, under 25, and paying a lot more than I'm supposed to... Talk about wanting to procrastinate! Anyway... 

New change, less stress, and the move will go smoothly enough, I hope! 

"Life is about moving on, accepting changes and looking forward to what makes you stronger and more complete." 

~Bella

Let's leave the family home...

As you know, I moved out from my mum's place. Leaving behind my brothers as well as my dear mum. One of the best decision ever. I'm beyond ecstatic about the change in my life, the new acquaintances, the new friends. I don't think I would ever want to go back home after this experience; moving out made me see the world in a different way, and the experience is rather adventurous. 

Now, I could talk about all the experiences that I came across since I moved in, but I wanted to talk more about the one thing which keeps on surprising me every single day.

The New Family!

Technically not my family, but having roommates is like having a second family especially if you are close to each one of them. Having roommates could be stressful, annoying, and a lot of sacrifices to be made as each one has different schedules, different ways of living. Not easy when I put it this way, but there is something intriguing about living with people your age, same sex, or having roommates' boyfriends who come around. Making sure the house stays clean enough to walk around barefoot, to make sure the dishes are washed before someone complains there are no more forks to use or making sure no one steals food so you put your initials on the packaging. It's a lot of work when roommates aren't ones to wash their dishes or forget to buy toilet paper so you end up buying it all the time... (I don't have the toilet paper to deal with, but the dishes, I'm always cleaning up after them). 

Having roommates is fun, to say the least... You are never alone, bored, and you know you can count on them if you want something or have support. It's like having a second family! 

I have more than two siblings, but I'm only close to two of them and they are my baby brothers. One is 17, turning 18 next year, and the baby one is 8 years of age. Not babies, but still younger than me, and  somehow I still look at them like they are babies. Since I'm the eldest, I had to deal with teaching them how to get in trouble, hide the candies, taught them how to protect each other. But the youngest, I taught him how to read, count, I changed his diapers. So we know I had enough experience with babies, but when you have roommates living under the same roof, it's like having babies. And if you are responsible and mummy like, give up on trying to get away from cleaning, making sure people are alright, and keep everyone happy by giving hugs when needed. It's insane how having roommates is like having a second family. You build up a friendship which is more a family than simple friends. Cause let's be honest, you act like siblings who talks about almost everything, share the bathroom when one is in the shower and you brush your teeth, you cook, drink together. It's honestly another free family... 

What surprise me the most is the fact that I left my own family to live like 12 miles away from them and end up being motherly, still, with the roommates... How can I go from living the family house to another one? Don't get me wrong it's still highly different, I cook my own thing, buy my own groceries, go to work like a big girl, walk around town anytime I want, go to coffee shops, wake up at all hours, go to bed whenever I feel tired, eat in front of the TV, go out and enjoy drinking... I mean it's nice to be an adult, but then there is the family, back home which you miss. So to me making a new family after leaving another one is actually nice. 

If you don't have any roommates, and want to move out from the family home, choose to live with people you have no idea who they are, complete strangers. I moved into a house with complete strangers and they ended up being the nicest people with flaws and amazing qualities. 

"I have the best roommates in the world! It creates a fun sense of family... And that's really important to me. Things can get so lonely without it." 

~Bella

Roommates situation!

Story short, I decided to move out from my mum's place when she moved into a new place herself!

No, I'm not trying to stay away from anyone, especially family members, but the opportunity came along, might as well catch it while it's there. 

I moved out to move in with roommates, close enough to work as well as downtown. Perfect for me as I love to walk places. 

Now, before moving in, the room search was beyond stressful, and I cannot describe it to you. If you have been in this situation, where you have to look for a place, you will understand what I mean. 

Looking for a place to move into is one of the most stressful time. I actually hated it, made me anxious half the time, frustrated all the time, and the lack of sleep became frequent! Don't get me wrong, I do worry, get anxious most of the time, but this situation was highly different, made me think about it all, about my decisions! 

The frustration part of it all is the obvious lack of response that many decided to ignore! Responding to people is a respectful, honorable act. I will have the benefit of the doubt when I know that sometimes, it happens, emails get thrown into the spam section, and we don't always look in the box, and again the internet may malfunction. 

After a month or two, I started feeling hopeless, out of energy, stressing over the little things, procrastinating on cleaning everything, making boxes, clearing my room, finding a home for my kittens... Then I receive a message from one person explaining how I could come visit! You can't imagine how happy I was until I actually saw the place, saw what it was all about. Nothing great, on the contrary, it was a catastrophe. There was no way I would have moved in with so many people in the same room (only one girl, the rest of them were guys). Depression came quickly after, making me even more anxious about the situation. I had no answers after that one except a young girl telling me about her moving out of the apartment where she was sharing it with other girls. No option, but to go, meet her and see the place.
It was cute from outside, smelled like someone was smoking inside the living room, but cute rooms, messy but cute. It had its charm so I kept in touch and got the room, but wanted to be all good with paperwork. Sadly, the office isn't the perfect place to get paperwork done. I waited for three weeks in order to move in the place, and yet, I don't have anything when it comes paperwork. How fancy, right? I still can't believe I'm off track with my file.

At the end, I live in a cute place, big enough to have lots of people live in, and not too far from my work which is perfect for me. I get along with most of the people living around, and half of the time, I'm rather too busy doing my own things to even talk to many of them, sadly. There is also a kitten which manages to come along and snuggle to wake you up or to annoy you! 

Having found a place to live, even if it's temporary, is hard, complex to say the least,  but when you arrive at the point in your life where you are with amazing roommates then everything is fine!

"What I love most about my home is who I share it with." 

~Bella