I’d like to talk about the cohabitation in my shared house. I found myself in an accommodation with 4 other people in their twenties of different nationalities: a Chinese girl, a Thail girl, a Korean girl and an English man.
The very small Chinese girl, in pink pajamas was very cheerful and immediately well welcomed me. She was studying her degree in the events field before heading back to China. However she’s been blocked in the UK for one month because of some administrative magic power thanks to her obsolete passport. By the way, I was shocked when she left the country to see her throw the covers and pillows she doesn’t need any more to the bin. The TAI girl is always smiling and well dressed. The Korean girl is without a doubt a normal Korean, wise, prude and discret. It’s almost impossible to know if she’s in or out the house. And finally, a British man, a perfect specimen of Roast Beef. Tall, red hair, he speaks only English, he is never cold, likes beer and tea and he eats always pasta and takeaways. In a way he is lucky because he finds everything delicious, bad or good. He loves poker and is a bit lazy. But he’s cool and funny.
About the organisation, everyone has a cupboard, does his food shopping, meals and dishes. We eat sometime together to talk and share our different cuisine. As you can guess, with 3 Asian people, I tasted their food very SPICY and not really bad. There is however some recipes to avoid like bamboo… In return I cooked them a Bourguignon Beef and several deserts. With 5 people, it’s sometime difficult to cook at the same time, even more when a Columbian guy arrived. Thus, the day where we have decided to cook for the British guy’s birthday, I found myself making my lemon pie on the dryer with a saucepan instead of a bowl and I spread the dough with a film roll paper. In spite of these inconveniences, the pie was a great success since I had to make another one for the Chinese girl. I spend some evenings at home with the English, the Columbian and their friends, often with an alcohol glass in the hand. Thanks to them I learnt a new drinking game and played football in the kitchen with a clothes basket.
Anyway, literally, this mostly oriental and sympatic multicultural atmosphere didn’t do the house keeping. Indeed, the time spent per person by my roommates for these tasks was about 0.5 minutes a day. When I arrived, I’ve been shocked by the cooker state (with carbonised grease for weeks). So, one of the first action I’ve done is to turn into a homemaker fairy to clean everywhere I could. The situation got a bit better since I’ve put a household planner on the fridge. Other facts, I was surprised to see the Columbian sprinkle the floor with water and cleaning products before to pass the mop in order to save water.
When people say that taking care of a house is a never ending story, it’s true. Indeed, when you don’t have to do the housework, it’s the cooker which cut out the electricity each time you switch it on, then it’s the fire alarm which can’t stop ringing although there is nothing to signal, or the lock of my bedroom door which condemns me to call the locksmith. But the worst I think is the boiler which broke down every 2 days in December, depriving us of heaters and hot water (thank God! The shower depends from a specific boiler). So, I can say that the accommodation agency receive often some calls from us.
Finally, live in a roommate isn’t the easiest thing, but it is an experience to get.