You have heard me talk about it (incessantly) last year about my innumerable houses and housemates, so after reading an article about how someone got interested in cheeses because of a said housemate, I was wondering what did my housemates and neighbours teach me – mostly things that came with an 'aha' moment, but sometimes not.
From the Ryrie Street house: Dogs are fun, but house-owner neighbours are seriously demented and painful… OK, I’ll try to be nice: that rule of hosting a dinner that says, everybody starts their food together.
From the Lyneham house: oh, this was nice, I was sharing with someone I got along so well we didn’t really have to learn anything! I learnt the pleasure of being accepted and cherished.
From the Redhill house: these were again friends, and I enjoyed being there, but I learnt that it is frustrating to be around people who continue speaking another language. For some reason this lesson didn’t come home till it was explicitly spelt out to me recently, but I can empathise really well. I also learnt one must be as graceful in receiving a present as offering it.
From the O’Conner house: I learnt you can learn a lot about a person from her dog. From C, I learnt some people are really weird. From L, I learnt nice people are nice company.
From the Hawker house: I learnt, living with friends is nice because you can have dinner together and waking up to a clean house with music and prayers is phenomenal. I got introduced to some other new kinds of food and learnt how to eat Laksa (quite a significant skill!). I learnt the pleasure of friends and of independence.
From the Disney house: I learnt perhaps the common thing about the best friends is their generosity. Generosity in accepting your faults, generosity with their time, with their energy.
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