The pros and cons of housesharing

Housesharing has it's pros and cons. It's nice to come home to someone to chat to, have a laugh with when you're single for example.
 You've always got someone to water the plants when you're away....
But when does housesharing turn into a bit of a headache?
 At 34, I'm probably too old for housesharing. I'm not a student and I don't live in London where everyone is forced into housesharing in one way or another (can't afford to move out of parents home, living with mates to have a house instead of a shoebox, living with boyf/husband, having your parents move in with you because they cant afford to retire comfortably- London has a depressing cycle)
So why do I do it? In a nutshell, I had to at first. Living with work colleagues on secondment was a way of making them feel secure.
Now it's got to a point where I am over it and need my own space.

Casepoint:
The boys had a poker night last night. The first poker night they had, they had about 6 or 7 people over. It was a decent evening, everyone seemed to have a good night and nothing went crazy. I went round to see one of my mates- poker night bores me.
 Last night, 15 people rock up to the apartment. It gets late, it gets noisy, and it gets a little rowdy. The boys all leave at 2:30am AFTER the building supervisor has called.
 The boys get back, full of slamming doors and projectile heaving/vomiting. Fabulous.

I wake up this morning, and when I eventually dare to leave my room, there is the aftermath of a nightlong drinking session spread across the house. The boys are catatonic, it's 11am.
I am at the age now where mess bothers me. A lot. I can't cook in a kitchen that's in a state. I cant eat in a living room that has partied hard, so I tidy the whole flat up, end to end.
The boys wake up just as I am finishing my cleaning. "You didnt have to do that" one says.

Errr... oh yes I do, I live here, and I cant live in a dumpsite.

The door knocks, the bell rings, the house phone is ringing. I know this is the Building Supervisor ready to go mental (this time it's justified, but that's a whole new blog)

Given I have already cleared up one mess, I don't see why I have to deal with the next one. That's on them.

Some may say I'm being a party pooper, or a miserable sow... but I just think that there is a limit- an invisible boundary of housesharing that you shouldn't cross over, and it was crossed over last night.
We all know our building is a nightmare, with people that complain if we have guests past 8pm on a weekend, so why add fuel to the fire in our last 3 weeks? Makes no sense... and if you live with other people, there has to be a little consideration.

This is why I am finally getting my own place at the end of this month.
Somewhere I can go to the kitchen butt naked in the middle of the night if I want to... somewhere I can dance around, singing at the top of my voice being silly without recrimination... somewhere I can call home

xxx