Moving into a shared flat with stranger(s) for a month seemed like a good idea, and I still think it's a good idea, and when I decided to I promised myself I wouldn't be afraid to enter the kitchen / leave my bedroom when someone else is around like I was during my undergrad BUT APPARENTLY THIS INSTINCT IS VERY HARD TO FIGHT

i'm hungry

okay i think she's gone i can make lunch now?

🏷 travel life