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Harmony at home

From the February 2011 issue of The Christian Science Journal

After living in an apartment connected to my parents’ house during graduate school, it was time to move out on my own. I wanted to live alone near my university, yet, after much searching it became clear that in order to afford renting a home in this area, I needed to find roommates. 

Before long, I found two roommates, and it felt nice to share a home with boys after growing up with two brothers. Unfortunately, from the very start of our communal living situation I found that certain behaviors—the way one of my roommates cooked, cleaned (or didn’t clean), ate, and spoke—irritated me. I started feeling resentful that I needed to live with roommates at all, and I really wished I enjoyed being around them, rather than simply having to tolerate their behavior. 

A few times during the fall, I had come home from work to find the front door unlocked and the garage door open wide with no one outside. I felt frustrated that my roommates weren’t taking our home’s security as seriously as I was, especially since I learned before moving into our house that there had been a break-in the previous month. I tried not to let that fact scare me, or question the safety of a neighborhood that I loved, but I still diligently locked the door whether I was in the house or away. Safety had been something surrounding my thought for quite some time.