Someone described my living situation is just like the Real World. I almost thought it was. I had arrived at the house with four boxes. No car. No job. Just a fistful of cash and a credit card. I had rang the doorbell and shook the hand of the guy at the door. \”Hi, I am the new housemate,\” I had said.

In Berkeley, I had lived in 3 different places. During my freshman year, I lived in a quad in the Foothill Dorms. One of those big rooms shared with 3 girls and myself. Then my second year, I had the living room while two other girls had the bedroom of an apartment. Then my third and four year, I lived in the living room and my roommate had the bedroom. Here in Pittsburgh is my first time living in a house. A 3 story, 2.5 bath house (with a basement). With 3 other people I didn\’t really know. I am not used to the morning showers almost all of them take (I have always been a night showerer; I am unaccustomed to be locked out of the bathroom for 30 minutes in the morning). Someone asked me if I was the \”PUCK\” of the house, the annoying one. I doubt it. Right now, I think I am the quiet one. The one who slips behind the cameras, heading directly the safety of her room.