Day 4

to tell the truth, if I hadn't come to Shanghai, I didn't think I would share a room with a boy.

At that time, when I was looking for a house, time was tight. I also visited two places before. One was the basement, and it smelled very strong when I went in. The other is similar to a hotel, with no windows and no ventilation.

Later, I found the room I am living in through an intermediary. Because of the contrast, it is quite satisfactory-bed, desk, wardrobe, bay window, close to the company, small area, living alone, just right.

The landlord split a whole house into five rooms. When renting a house, I asked the agent whether the other rooms were occupied by boys or girls. He said he didn't know.

I didn't expect my luck. The other four rooms were all boys.

Actually, I hardly talk to them, and I seldom meet them. Most of the time I am in my room.

I can feel that there are still some fears in my heart. This fear may come from my family's worries, my rejection of strangers, and I may feel that there is nothing in common.

Most of the time, everyone stays in their own room and won't come out. There is no spare place outside the room except the corridor and public toilet after entering the door.

I wrote this topic because after I got up this morning, I found that the boy living next door had moved away and the landlord was cleaning up.

I only know that that boy plays games with a foreign voice every night, but I know nothing about him. It seems that he only said one or two words-

"Why don't you use the washing machine to wash clothes?"

"I'm used to washing by hand"

(he probably doesn't know, I just don't want to use the public washing machine)

It's also amazing. After living for so many days, I haven't used the WiFi here. When I asked the landlord what the password was, she said let me ask the boys in other rooms, but she didn't remember either. I added that they are all very nice.

But it seems that I have never been able to summon up the courage to ask such a question. Later, I found that there was enough traffic, not to mention asking.

I've lived here for half a year in a blink of an eye, and sometimes I feel like a hotel, just sleeping at night, not having much other activities, and going on business trips from time to time.

do I like this life?

I like it, but I don't like it.

it's a bit monotonous, but it seems quite comfortable.

If you ask me what it's like to live with a boy, maybe it's a little embarrassing when we meet occasionally, because we can only meet in the public toilet, so I will try to stagger the time to wash.

Many things were unacceptable before, but now they are gradually accepted. Under limited conditions, we have to compromise and adapt, which can be regarded as expanding our comfort zone.

I once envied, struggled and worried, but now it seems that everything happens naturally, and taking care of myself is more important than anything else.

I hope everyone who is away from home can find a "safe" place.