I love organizing things for some reason. When the opportunity popped up this year to organize a spring break trip to NYC, I jumped up and volunteered. It was fun at first, deciding which hotel through research, transportationwise, etc. Yet at the end, when I had to manage all the disagreements of the costs, I hated the job. I couldn\’t remember why planning appealed to me.

And yet again, months later, I find myself planning events to Cedar Point and then suddenly being the \”manager\” of financial matters in my house. For the last month, we had to find new housemates because two people suddenly decided to take jobs. And with this, I have to shuffle my way through the muddy waters left behind from last year\’s housemates including the fuzzy lines about utilities, security deposits, and who owns what in the house. Of course, everything has to be fair. Yet does fairness mean ruining relationships?

It\’s easy to live alone. It\’s easy to be completely independent. A do-it-yourself. Free from people. But as a result of this kind of independence, there comes a price. A lack of relationships. A lack of smiles appearing in your own house. Even as much as I hate the money grubbing, security deposits, moving things…there are times I am still glad I live in a house with other people. It\’s a reminder to myself that I am not alone.