Re-Learning to Co-habitate (part 1)

Last year, I lived alone. It was lovely. I learned a lot about myself and my living habits, and discovered a love for cooking, a love of silent moments in my closet (I know this sounds weird, but I had a really large walk-in that I'd like to spend time in) and an extreme appreciation of the radiator in my bathroom (I would stack towels atop the radiator box so my towels would be nice and toasty for when I stepped outside my shower).

I recently (and by recently, I mean four months ago) decided I wanted to live with a roommate again, partially for financial reasons and  mostly because I wanted to combat my reclusive, individualistic nature. Enter Sharx, my politically-minded roommate who has mad lust for interior design and an under-appreciated singing voice (she can belt out Adele like no one else I know).

via Glut with Guts--Sharx and I

Sharx and I met when we were en diák vagyok Budapesten (students in Budapest, Hungary). We become close friends through our time abroad together and now share a quaint little 2.5 bedroom apartment in the St.Bens/North Center/Lincoln Square area, a conglomeration of a neighborhood I've really come to love.


Things are great, we share similar quirks (we once spent an entire night "practicing" our Spanish and French, only to end up laughing the entire time) and a comfortable balance (e.g., our furniture meshed well together; I cook, she bakes). 

Only one thing: she's wrong.

via Current Configuration

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