School has been going well for the past two weeks but I’m having a difficult time dealing with my housing situation.
For those that know me well, it’s probably a surprise that I took the plunge to live in the room of a strangers house given my sensitivities to cats, smoke, perfumes and other “fake”things. If I was ever going to find a community of strangers that I could live with it would seem like those associated with Waldorf would be the right mix. Well, it turns out that that may not be the case.
For the first week I was here the homeowner was away so I could be surprised by the lack of cookie sheets, measuring cups and sharp knives and the reality of a moldy bathroom. Except for the mold – which really is a problem – I could do things to remedy the situation. Since the landlady has returned though I’m starting to have my doubts.
The reason I came to this house instead of others that were closer to school was that there were no cats. There was also an understanding that this was a non-smoking home. I’ve never heard where one cigarette a day constitutes non-smoking but if it was in any other house I’d probably just get over it. The problem I’m having is that this house is that there are no safe places in the house and the conditions by which I’m expected to live are so rigid. I understand that it’s a big deal for someone to share their space with strangers – I rented out part of my place once too – but if I’m going to stay here there needs to be some give and take and so far all the signs are pointing the other way.
Does anybody have any experience in living this way or some suggestions for how to move on and make thins livable?
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