society
Some people look back with a shudder at the communal living of early adulthood. But where they remember squabbles over fridge space in student digs, and grim queues for the single bathroom in a shared house, I’ve always looked back with wistful fondness at the cheerful group cosiness of it all.
I loved the spontaneity of always having someone to chat to and the ‘we’re all in this together’ approach to minor challenges of weather or DIY. Or, in more serious moments, where having people around you helps to dim the horror – I watched the Twin Towers fall in a tiny single bedroom in a shared house, eight of us squashed in together with identical expressions of shock and sadness.