Alex and I have been getting along swimmingly. The first few months were an adjustment. After living alone for so many years, I had forgotten how to do things like share my space and adjust my schedule to accommodate another person. There were nights where I cried to myself about silly things like not being able to try on all of my dresses for no reason because Alex was asleep. Nobody can really prepare you for how tough it is to make the leap after being totally independent for so long. Alex and I have taken on tons of projects as a team. We do chores around the apartment together and laugh a lot. I'd say it's the perfect balance. Don't get me wrong - we fight and sometimes our room can be a total mess. But our fights are about dumb things like my hair clogging the drain or his shoes being all over the floor. And we're so happy that it doesn't really matter when our room looks like it's recently been ransacked...as long as it gets put back together so that we can invite company over and act like real adults.
Our roommate, Harold, is great...for the most part. Aside from being a bit messy in his room and in the kitchen, having a huge unpacked box in the hallway (from when he moved in over 2 years ago), and moving in his girlfriend, Kristina, and her dog without asking, he's a pretty decent roommate. He's got his own bathroom which he keeps fairly clean. He doesn't cause much drama. His girlfriend, Kristina, is a doll and her cute little dog, Mischka, is a tiny fluffy ball of love. They fight an awful lot but she's a lovely girl and I don't mind having another chick in the house. We've got tons of space so we stay out of each others hair. After a few months of living together, we have a nice rhythm.
Although I really like Harold (and Kristina and Mischka), I look forward to the time when Alex and I will get a place by ourselves. But for now, the three (or five) of us are roommates and we're making it work. Because in a city where space is such a commodity, it's nice to be able to share mine with someone I love. After all, it could always be worse.