In Spring of 2012 I studied abroad in London, and lived in an international dorm situation that honestly really sucked. When I found out I was coming back for a year, I decided I wanted to live in a house or an apartment, and so didn’t apply for the postgraduate dorms offered by my school. Halfway through the summer I had a meltdown about making friends and changed my mind, but it was too late. So I’ve ended up living in a student apartment a little bit further from central London, with seven roommates.
I was totally excited about this, thinking I would automatically be surrounded by seven people of a similar age, looking to make friends. Nope. I basically live alone, except that I share a kitchen with seven messy ghosts.
My roommates and I all go to different schools in London, which again I thought would be interesting, but has turned out to mean that they all have friends at their own schools and the only signs that they exist are slamming doors and dirty dishes. I have met a few of them in passing, and they seem quite nice, but not interested in developing any sort of friendship with anyone they live with (what a strange concept!).
Just as I finished that last sentence, someone knocked on my door for the first time ever. I was SO EXCITED and jumped out of bed to answer the door, outfitted in my traditional uniform consisting of:
no makeup
giant university t-shirt
no bra
pajama shorts covered in rainbow cats
hairy legs
Nothing to stop me making a new friend!
It was a maintenance man. Who was here by accident.
What is wrong with this place?
When does small talk over evening cooking become friendship? I am proudly able to say that I have been friendlier and more open than usual since I’ve been here, trying my best to make friends. But I guess everybody already has friends?
So the roommate method isn’t going to work. No worries, I have my little cocoon of food posters, kitten pillows, and candles. Never mind that the storage system is spread around the room so much that I basically live in a giant closet. That’s actually kind of nice.
No matter that my one friend I have met so far who happens to also be American but also gorgeous keeps getting asked out left and right and will surely have friends in a jiffy. I always have my cocoon! Tomorrow I have my first class focused specifically to my graduate program, and ideally these people will be friendly and interested in getting a drink after class…WHAT IF THEY AREN’T? Cocoon.
Stay cozy.