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You, me, and Leigh: What living with my single friend has taught me (and my family) about friendship and unexpected blessings.

 

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This is my friend, Leigh. She’s also my roommate. Today I have a new piece up at For Her about what it’s looked like and what I’ve learned by having a single friend live with me and my family for the past year.

Spoiler Alert: I think that when families and single people live together it’s good for everybody.

Here’s a little nugget of the article. Click here to read it in its entirety! 

 

When Leigh—a friend from afar who had just moved to my city—first came to live with us, it was supposed to be for two months: one month of cat-sitting while we spent a lot of time visiting grandparents, and one month of temporary stay while she searched to secure her own place. Now, almost a year later, Ezra the cat, whom she started feeding out of obligation, splits his nights between her room and the room I share with my husband.

At first, this was an arrangement of necessity: the San Francisco housing market is ridiculous. It’s competitive and incredibly expensive. As we watched our friend Leigh search, we learned two undeniable truths: it’s hard for a 36-year-old single woman to a) Make enough to live on her own … even in a tiny one-room apartment, or b) commit to sharing a single bedroom with a random woman from Craigslist. When this became clear, my husband and I invited her to stay for the year.

There have been sacrifices, sure. My baby, Ace, has slept in my room much longer than I’d originally planned: he’s going on 13 months now. This wouldn’t have worked with his older brothers, who were much more intense even at that young age, but, luckily, Ace is laid back.

Keeping him in my room has forced me to adjust his baby accouterments and accessories, along with my expectations for what a baby needs. It turns out that a baby doesn’t really need a navy striped Pinterest nursery with matching elephant prints after all. He doesn’t need a Pottery Barn shelving unit either. A big wicker basket in the corner of the room works just fine. We’ve simplified and are focusing on the essentials. And simplicity is good for the soul.

Of course, it hasn’t been a walk in the park for Leigh, either. Not only does she share a bathroom with my two older boys (ages seven and five) who—let’s be honest—don’t always succeed at aiming for the toilet, she also shares a wall with them. When they’re up at 6:30 a.m., no matter whether it’s her day off or not—their little voices come right through the air vent, like a morning alarm she can’t hit snooze on.

During the day, Leigh doesn’t exactly have the life a single woman might otherwise, either. Most days, she can’t wake up and decide to whip up a fancy breakfast on a whim … because, though Leigh loves to cook, our kitchen is amadhouse. I’m always there, making a snack, making a meal, washing dishes. I imagine Leigh relishes the times when we’re out of the house so she can make something wonderfully adult and delicious without worrying about when one of us will charge into her space and start slicing an apple for a whining kid.

Yet, for all that, after a few months of cohabitation, we collectively decided to make our living situation permanent for a while. All of us—my husband and Leigh and I—shared the same reasoning: this experiment was good. In fact, we all agreed that it had genuinely surprised us all with its goodness. Its unexpected gifts were making all of our lives richer, and taught us a few valuable lessons.

Here’s what I’ve learned, experienced, and gained from sharing a home with my single friend…

 



  • Lara

    Thanks for this. I’m a 31 year old single woman and in about a month, I will be moving and living with a family. It’s encouraging to see what you all have learned through living together and how single and married people need each other. It gets me more excited about this time with them.

  • Natalie

    Yes, yes, yes to all your points. My husband and I had a single friend move in with us who ended up staying for 5 years! I could list a million reasons why it was the blessing that it was. She is now “family” to us and our kids, and it was the most beautiful arrangement. Many people shook their heads and couldn’t understand why we would let a single woman move in with us when it seems counter cultural, but now I say, “Why not?” We learned so much from this experience and are incredibly grateful that God put her in our lives at just the perfect time. So glad to hear from another who finds it to be an unexpected gift.