They Say What They Say

So, about a month ago C and his housemates moved into a new place in North Melbourne with their friend J. It's a great warehouse conversion and much nicer that their old flat in Brunswick street, but apparently the cracks are already beginning to show.

C has been using my car while his is being repaired, but I need it this weekend and rang him up this morning to arrange a time to collect it. While we were on the phone he goes, 'Oh, and I want to talk to you about something.' He was being all very mysterious, so of course I couldn't let him leave it at that - not before I'd had my morning coffee at least - so I asked him what was up and then the whole story about how he's not getting along too well with J and that he's already thinking about finding somewhere else to live comes out. Five minutes into the conversation the little voice in my mind chimed in with, 'Uh oh, he's going to want to ask you to find a place together' and then I started to worry.

I love C, I really do. He's one of my oldest, dearest friends and while we've had our ups and downs, we always get over them and we've been friends for nearly twenty years. But I truly believe that part of the reason why we are still such good friends is because at the end of the day, we are able to put some distance between each other when I go home to my place and he goes home to his. And I just know that if we were to live together, six months later the friendship would be over. He'd soon get fed up with me getting bitchy about recycling and my need for absolute quiet while I'm trying to go to sleep, while I hate the way he hardly ever cleans and leaves every light on in the house. He's never been great with paying bills on time while I'm fanatical about clearing debt, and I just know that it'd only take one night of him coming home blind drunk with an entourage of new best friends and blaring music until all hours to tip me over the edge.

Ironically I have been thinking about how I'd like to move into a bigger place with more room for my sewing stuff and a garden to grow herbs, and maybe a cat. And with today's current rental market I'd definitely need a housemate in order to achieve that. But I just don't think that C is the housemate for me. Not if I want our friendship to survive.

I'm going to have to tell him all this, aren't I?

*sigh*

So, about a month ago C and his housemates moved into a new place in North Melbourne with their friend J. It's a great warehouse conversion and much nicer that their old flat in Brunswick street, but apparently the cracks are already beginning to show.

C has been using my car while his is being repaired, but I need it this weekend and rang him up this morning to arrange a time to collect it. While we were on the phone he goes, 'Oh, and I want to talk to you about something.' He was being all very mysterious, so of course I couldn't let him leave it at that - not before I'd had my morning coffee at least - so I asked him what was up and then the whole story about how he's not getting along too well with J and that he's already thinking about finding somewhere else to live comes out. Five minutes into the conversation the little voice in my mind chimed in with, 'Uh oh, he's going to want to ask you to find a place together' and then I started to worry.

I love C, I really do. He's one of my oldest, dearest friends and while we've had our ups and downs, we always get over them and we've been friends for nearly twenty years. But I truly believe that part of the reason why we are still such good friends is because at the end of the day, we are able to put some distance between each other when I go home to my place and he goes home to his. And I just know that if we were to live together, six months later the friendship would be over. He'd soon get fed up with me getting bitchy about recycling and my need for absolute quiet while I'm trying to go to sleep, while I hate the way he hardly ever cleans and leaves every light on in the house. He's never been great with paying bills on time while I'm fanatical about clearing debt, and I just know that it'd only take one night of him coming home blind drunk with an entourage of new best friends and blaring music until all hours to tip me over the edge.

Ironically I have been thinking about how I'd like to move into a bigger place with more room for my sewing stuff and a garden to grow herbs, and maybe a cat. And with today's current rental market I'd definitely need a housemate in order to achieve that. But I just don't think that C is the housemate for me. Not if I want our friendship to survive.

I'm going to have to tell him all this, aren't I?

*sigh*