III.8 Writing journal (The people you live with (or not))

16/10/2019 - 6:46 pm to 7:24 pm - Writing diary number 8.




The people you live with (or not)

       This year is the second year of my life where I live alone. At the beginning of september 2018, I went to do my universitary studies, so I had to left my familiar foyer, where I had the habits to live from my birth day, with my parents and my brother. Therefore, I lived for a year in a small student's appartment. At the beginning, it was really difficult, because really quickly, you have to learn to do everythings alone; for example prepare food, do your laundry, do the dishes, do the food shopping, tidying up and cleaning up everywhere. It took me a little while to get used to all these changes. But in the end, living alone also brings good things, like many freedoms and the choice to have the pace of life we wanted (without having the negative thoughts of our parents).

This year, it's even different for me. Indeed, I left France and arrived alone in the city of Murcia. I wondered if I would prefer to live with roommates (other erasmus students for example). Finally, I preferred to live another year alone for several reasons. First of all, I noticed that I have several little habits and traditions that I like, and that I don't really want to change to adapt to someone I don't know. For example, if I want to listen to music, I can really wish it, but if that noise is embarrassing for the person who lives with me, I will have to turn off my music. After that, I have some special eating habits and it would have been difficult to agree with other people on what we were going to eat or not. At last, I don’t really like to go out the night and do parties, and today the majority of students or young adults enjoy go out during the week end with their friends and drink alcohol, so I wouldn't have liked them to come home very late and alcoholize, while I was sleeping peacefully.

Lastly, I would like to point out that I have wonderful memories of when I was still living with my family. As I started living alone, I quickly realized that it was not easy to live with loneliness and that I missed the presence of my family. I still see them a lot when I am in France, but I know I will probably never live with them again, and the next time I live with other people it will probably be with my lover or friends.








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