Times have been incredibly difficult, financially, and it was a total desperation move, but I had to do it. I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a subletter for the vacant side of my bedroom.
“Comfortable three bedroom apartment in an up and coming neighborhood. Subletter wanted. Not for the whole apartment, but for half of my bedroom. Must be clean, friendly and preferably of a smaller stature. No snorers or teeth-grinders please.”
The response was underwhelming. I only received two emails: One from a man who seemed nice, but was sixty-five and used a sleep apnea mask. His argument was that he didn’t snore, which was true, but sharing a room with a sleeping Darth Vader wasn’t worth the extra income. The other response was from a middle aged woman who claimed to be new to the United Sates. Her email was poorly worded, but from what I gathered she fit all of my requirements, but kept talking about how she had many belongings that she could not leave behind. I assumed they were the few articles she’d brought with her from wherever she left.
When she showed up at my door, she was carrying one small suitcase and a purse. I showed her to her side of the room and she quickly made her self at home. She didn’t smell funny, she wasn’t loud and she seemed pretty indifferent about everything. That’s a perfect roommate in my opinion. We both went on about our evenings. I went out for the night and came back to find her already sleeping comfortably behind a makeshift wall she built from some of my books. We continued on for about a week with no drama, no conflict and very little conversation. It was perfect.
Until about three weeks ago. It was a Saturday morning.I was woken up by loud chatter in a language I didn’t understand. I smelled food cooking, and it was incredibly unfamiliar. definitely not one of my other housemates. I rolled over and opened my eyes to see that my one roommate had turned into four, all of different genders and ages. There was a father, the mother, two children around five or six years old, and an elderly grandmother.
I confronted my original roommate, the one I had made the deal with. She seemed scared and confused. I kept yelling “you told me it was you and your belongings!” She started to cry a little, then pointed to her family members while poorly pronouncing the word “belongings.” Once I put everything together, I didn’t have the heart to kick them out. She was up front about everything, and I accepted. So here we are, one month later, one big, happy family, learning something everyday from one another. All while saving shit tons of money.