Day 4

To tell the truth, if I hadn't come to Shanghai, I don't think I would share a room with a boy.

Looking for a house at that time, time was tight. I have been to two places before. One is the basement, which smells very strong when I go in. The other is similar to a hotel, with no windows and no ventilation.

Later, I found the room where I live now through the intermediary. Because of comparison, I am quite satisfied-bed, desk, wardrobe, bay window, close to the company, small area, living alone, just right.

The landlord divided the whole house into five rooms. When renting a house, ask the agent if the other rooms are for boys or girls. He said he didn't know.

I didn't expect that I was so lucky. The other four rooms were all boys.

In fact, I hardly talk to them and rarely meet them. I spend most of my time in my room.

I can feel some fear in my heart. This fear may come from the fear of family members, and the rejection of strangers may feel that there is no intersection.

Most of the time, everyone stays in their rooms and won't come out. After entering the door, there is no spare place outside the room except the corridor and public toilet.

I wrote this topic because I got up this morning and found that the boy living next door had moved away and the landlord was cleaning up.

I only know that that boy plays games with a foreign voice every night, but I don't know anything about him. It seems that he just said a sentence or two-

"Why don't you use the washing machine to wash clothes?"

"I am used to hand washing."

He probably doesn't know. I just don't want to use the public washing machine.

It's also amazing I have lived here for so many days and haven't used the WiFi here. I asked the landlord what the password was, and she said let me ask the boys in other rooms, but she didn't remember either. I added that they were all fine.

However, it seems that I have never had the courage to ask such a question. Later, I found that the traffic was enough, let alone asking.

After living here for half a year in a blink of an eye, sometimes it feels like staying in a hotel, just sleeping at night, not having much other activities, and traveling from time to time.

Do I like this life?

I like it, but I don't like it.

It's a little monotonous, but it seems quite comfortable.

If you ask me what it's like to live with boys, it may be a bit awkward to meet occasionally, because we can only meet in the public bathroom, so I will try to stagger the time to wash.

Many things were unacceptable before, but now they are gradually accepted. Under limited conditions, we always have to compromise and adapt, which can be regarded as expanding our comfort zone.

I have envied, struggled and worried. Now it seems that everything is natural, and taking care of yourself is more important than anything else.

I hope everyone who is outside can find a "safe" place.