Stefan moved in last week, and I have to admit, having a flatmate has been quite an adjustment for me. For so long, it was just me in this quiet little apartment of mine. But now there's someone else here, sharing the space with me.
It's strange how quickly things can change. One day I'm living alone, and the next I have a roommate who brings life back into these four walls. Stefan is different from anyone I've ever lived with before. He's considerate and respectful, always cleaning up after himself and never leaving dirty dishes in the sink.
I find myself enjoying his company more than I thought I would. We don't talk much - he seems to prefer his own company most of the time - but there's a sense of comfort knowing that someone else is nearby if needed.
Having Stefan around has made everyday tasks easier too. Whether it's splitting chores or running errands together, having him here takes some weight off my shoulders.
But as much as having a flatmate has its perks, it also comes with its challenges. Sharing personal space isn't always easy for someone like me who values her solitude so much.
There are moments when I catch myself missing the silence that used to fill this place when it was just me living here alone. And then there are times when Stefan does something small - like making us tea on a rainy evening or offering to help carry groceries up the stairs - that makes me grateful for his presence.
Living with another person means compromise; finding middle ground between our two lives merging together while still maintaining our individuality.
I may not be very good at expressing my thoughts out loud sometimes but writing them down helps make sense of everything swirling around inside my head. And maybe one day soon we'll be able to sit down over dinner and chat about all these feelings without feeling awkward about it. Until then though,I'll continue appreciating each moment spent alongside my new flatmate Stefan..