I Live With 17 People in a Warehouse. Here’s Why I Love It.

Another good thing about living in a thoroughly chaotic set-up like this is that it makes you fucking resilient. For example, I used to detest the idea of having a mouse in the house. A mouse! Vermin, living among us, sharing our food and space and amenities. One of my housemates told me he once woke up and stood on a mouse, which to be fair does sound extremely gross. But now I think they are nothing more than cute little pets, probably to be somewhat discouraged but certainly not to be hounded or despised. Because let me tell you this, reader, once you’ve had bedbugs, nothing (not even finding a deceased mouse in a long-forgotten slow cooker on the top of the kitchen unit, or discovering that all the toilet seats are broken after every party, or, hell, even if you found out that your spouse of three decades had been engaged in a lengthy affair with a member of your family) will ever be worse.