I feel lied to.
I had heard, from sources I don’t remember, never to move in with people you consider friends. I don’t know how widespread this advice is, but it’s definitely a thing that I’d heard and was on my mind, right at the time that a friend asked to become my roommate, several years ago. And so it became the cause for hesitation and ambivalence.
Because what I’d heard was: don’t move in with your friends. You don’t want your friends as roommates. Just because you’re friends doesn’t mean you’ll live well together. You’ll end up annoying each other in petty roommate ways and it will destroy your friendship.
I didn’t want to destroy my friendship.
I was terrified of that happening.
So I dragged my feet and thought about declining what ended up being a really, really, really good deal.
Here’s my experience: moving in with my friend didn’t destroy my friendship. It made every night feel like a sleepover party.
As of the end of last month, I’ve done it again — moved in with another friend. I was worried about it this time, too.
I guess that advice has really stuck in my mind.
I even saw someone giving the same advice this week.
You know what I realized, though? Not once, ever, have I ever seen someone say, “Don’t move in with your romantic partner. It will destroy your relationship.”
What I see, sometimes, instead, is talk of “when” is the “right time,” the right stage, the right passage of time before it makes sense for two romantic partners to move in together. When. Not if. And certainly not “never.”
I’ve seen talk of moving in before getting married being potentially detrimental, but blanket generalizations of “never”? Never seen it.
It’s accepted to warn people of the dangers of moving in with friends — yet also believe those dangers dissipate in the case of romance.
I feel lied to.