Moving in with Housemates in my Fifites is One of the Best Decisions I Have Ever Made
It is coming up on eleven months, since I made the decision to move into my friend K’s house, along with her spouse, teenage daughter and two other housemates. A rambling old farmhouse at the edge of Cambridge, Massachusetts.
I wrote about this decision in one of my previous stories…..
You might be wondering how all of this is unfolding….
The other night, I was coming home from an evening with my adopted family (we call each other “FRAMILY “). As I unlocked the front door, I heard sounds of laughter in the kitchen. My 13 year old housemate, N, peeked into the hallway and joyfully announced- “It’s Christine!!”
“Ello Gov’nah!!! “, my housemate Y called out. We have this thing where we pretend that we are British and living in the eighteenth century- not sure where it comes from, but now it is our schtick.
Y, N, and J, (my other thirty something single guy housemate), were cleaning up from dinner. We don’t always eat meals together, but once…
