I'm nearly speechless.
I guess I never realized how much my living situation affected my spirit. Undoubtedly, being in a downright awful situation builds character, but I was nearly at my breaking point.
I guess I'm just too old to have roommates unless they're:
A. friends of mine already.
or
B. sharing a room in a hostel or guesthouse with me, in which case we all know it's a temporary thing and we can share a couple of laughs as complete strangers and go our separate ways.
The guesthouse on Alberta, though, is kind of super special, though. It's this gorgeous, clean house that reminds me of a zen temple, and only awesome, chill people seem to gravitate toward staying there. I may be spoiled forever!