Finding a Housemate
So, finding a housemate is crap at the best of times. I wish I’d counted how many people I’d do the song and dance for to present myself as a normal person, just so I could find a responsible adult to share the rent and expenses.
I just found this description of someone I had look through that 1st house. Because sometimes it’s now you re call people not by name of how they look.
“Horror/Action/Gemini/Butcher/Maids outfit while cleaning/Cross dresser/Porn!
Also think this was a guy who said he would be happy to be my Carer. (help me after a shower etc)
To be clear that was never going to happen!
I don’t require my housemate to help me EVER that requires them to see me naked! Boundaries people.
Briefly, I had a woman move in who told me one thing and did another.
Then had a tall Frenchman move in who stayed a year. He paid the rent and worked away at times giving the place to myself – Bliss!
He was not, I repeat, NOT my favourite ever housemate. He wasn’t my least favourite either. But he wasn’t my favourite and I now try hard not to judge other French tourists and such by my year or so co-habituating with him.
Some woman would ask “Oh, French, so sexy!”
To which I would reply “Um?, No!” Bon!
Then I had to move and find a new housemate!
Moving is annoying at the best of times!
Moving with a disability is a pain in the ASS!!!