Lindsay (23) works at a group home for the mentally disabled. She shares a (student) house in the centre of Den Bosch with nine other women.
“Living alone sounds depressing to me. You get home from work and then there is no one to talk to. Here, I can always find somebody. Sometimes after my evening shift, I have a glass of wine on the roof with my roommate who works in the hospitality industry. Not all housemates can appreciate that, but I love those spontaneous social moments.
The other day a few of us wanted to go and do something fun. Bowling seemed like a good idea. It turned out that all lanes in Den Bosch - weirdly enough - were booked. So at 10 pm the three of us drove to Oss, where there was still one bowling lane availa- ble. Great night.
And once, two room- mates and me, in a drunken stupor, organised a party on Facebook. We invited 70 people to a party on our roof terrace. Not really considering the size of our roof and the rest of the house- mates, or the fact that it can be quite cold in September. Only two weeks prior we started preparations and frea- ked out a little. But when time came, we had arranged disco lights, speakers and party tents and there were thirty people, who all brought drinks. Our party theme: “Rather be buried too fat, than miss out on another party in our flat” was a great success. Until I threw up by the front door and my sister had to clean it up because a police officer happened to witness the whole thing.
But ok, those kinds of nights are an exception. Most days we work, or we study. When we get home our bras come off, pyjamas go on and we crawl on the sofa with a cup of tea. Together or alone. With or without a boyfriend. Whatever we feel like.”
Models:Lindsay, Stefanie, Camiel, Simone, Cynthia, Anke and Louise Photography:Anke Leunissen Text:Carolien Dircken