Dr. Troublesleep or How I Came to Hate My New Room

I’m in a new house. Have been for about three months now, but everyone else moved in a week or so ago. Since then it’s become painfully apparent that my ground floor room sucks balls. It’s right next to the front door, the walls are paper thin and the whole thing is just hugely inconvenient. Of course, as is per usual, I’ll rant below the cut, but I just wanted to lay it all out there for you guys so you can make an informed decision about whether or not you want to read on.

Firstly, the door thing. I’m not a social animal. I’ll socialise with friends, but I’m not constantly on my phone or having people around. It’s not that I don’t see the point (which I don’t really), it’s just that I don’t really think about it unless there’s a valid reason. So being on the ground floor I’m expected to open the door all the bloody time. No matter who it is, it’s my responsibility, and I hate it.

Secondly, my keys. Because I’m on the ground floor, and I have a convenient keyring with keys for all the doors on it, people pretty much purely use my keys around the house unless they are going out. That means I don’t know where the fucking things are most of the time, and that adds another 5 minutes to my day when I’m going around the house searching for them. I hate it.

Thirdly, the ceiling is paper thin. Being on the ground floor I am placed beneath the room of the only girl in the house who has a boyfriend. I don’t need to elaborate any more, and I hate it.

Fourthly (don’t worry I’m nearing the end… I think), the walls are paper thin. This means if anyone’s in the living room when I try to get to sleep, I can hear every word they say. I don’t like to eavesdrop, but it’s bloody hard when you can hear every syllable like they were next to you. You find out stuff you don’t want to know, and I hate it.

Probably the last thing I dislike about my room is the size. I’m a big person, and the fact I’ve got the third smallest room in a six bedroom house is a bit annoying. But that’s easily the least annoying thing. So yeah, my room sucks, and it’s only another 8 months until I can change it. Whoopy.

Oh, and my bike broke again today. Guess it’s just one of those…