So, you have to find new housemates. Maybe your best friend just moved out, or maybe you just moved to a new city yourself. But you know the process — nay, emotional journey — you’re about to embark on will surely have its ups and downs.
Naïve Optimism: This person has the potential to be your new BFF, right? You’re brimming with excitement, planning all the fun things you’ll do together. You’ll tear up the clubs. Oh, the bonding. THE BONDING.
Shock. Pure and utter and shock. Next thing you know you’ve got 20 Facebook messages in your inbox to sort through, and the majority of them have spelling errors. You realize the lengthy, exhausting process this is about to be.
Temporary Insanity: You’ve narrowed it down to 20 potential candidates, and you’ve met with seven. Of them, six have said something vaguely serial killer-y. There’s no real, such thing as The Craigslist Killer…right? The near future is looking very bleak indeed.
The Struggle: Two candidates have made it to the final round. You’re so tired, you might just leave it up to fate and flip a coin. No, no, you tell yourself. YOU CAN DO THIS. *Momentarily collapses*
Satisfaction: Despite the rocky road it took to get here, you have made it. And your new roommate moves in next week! Why did you even freak out so much in the first place?
