Two's Company
Three years ago this summer I moved into my brother's house and became his roommate. It is safe to say that he was desperate for the rent income. With absolutely zero help from my family I moved out of my spacious and private condo. At the beginning it was almost fun because he was newly single and we sometimes had dinner together. Plus, I absolutely love moving--not the physical part or all the packing, but the excitement of a new place. All the "fun" lasted about a week. Fortunately there is a very large storage area in his house, so my furniture, dishes and about everything I own went in there easily. I just hadn't realized that all my things were going to be put away. I do have a couch in the office downstairs, but that's about it. The rest is in my room, kind of like a dorm. I even have a tiny fridge. It would be a lie to say I wasn't hoping to strengthen a relationship with my big brother or become somewhat closer. W...