The Inevitable Truth About Share House Life

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The Inevitable Truth About Share House Life

No one really likes to share bad news. I don’t like to share bad news, but last Saturday, I spent time with one of my housemates, Jere, to celebrate his going away party.


When I first moved in, I never really thought about the possibility of people leaving, but now that I am thinking about it, it’s an inevitable truth that all must face when people move into a share house.

People leave.

It's a good thing though that mostly everyone showed up to the party -- even those who came back tired from work were able to attend for a few hours. There was food and drinks for everyone to share. We spent the first couple of hours socializing with each other and taking pictures.

It was a relaxing atmosphere with people talking like friends and sharing jokes. All languages were shared among the table.

Later during the party, we decided to play a couple of games. One of the games I came up with was a combination of “The Floor is Lava” challenge and “Musical Chairs.” The game was simple. Some chairs would be removed while others would be splayed around the room. While the music played, people would dance around the table. There was laughter at all the silly dances that happened. However, the second the music stopped, someone would shout, “The floor is lava” and everyone would have to find a safe place to protect themselves, whether that be on a chair, a table, or even a bench.


No one jumped on anything that would break, so don’t worry. We were all very responsible a d u l t s during the game. But everyone had fun. Some were clinging desperately not to touch the floor, but unfortunately, others were not so fortunate and they were forced to take a shot.

Another activity we did was the “In My Feelings” challenge. It’s a dance from Drake’s famous song but I never bothered learning it even though I was told to learn it 5 million times by Ryan before the party. Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer.Regardless, we all ended up doing it anyway (even though I really didn’t want to). We only went over the dance in 5 minutes. It was amazing how well everyone did.

Of course, a game that Jere really wanted to play was the O-sama game. I’ve never really heard of it, but apparently it’s a popular game in Japanese universities so I gave it a chance. Basically it was an extreme version of truth or dare, except there was no truth and only crazy wacky dares. Some of Jere’s friends from university came to join in on the fun.

People got chopsticks with numbers on them. Whoever got the chopstick with the red dot was considered O-sama and they could make the rest of the players do whatever they want. Long story short, everyone who was O-sama made the rest of us do some pretty embarrassing things. I’m still recovering from a tickle assault.

In the end of all the games and chatter, Jere and the some of us got to say a couple of heartfelt words to one another. I gave him a hug, which is pretty rare from me because I don’t like giving hugs, but Jere was one of the first people I met at the share house so I felt like I needed to. I gave him two hugs, actually.

It’s weird having moved to Japan not too long ago and already having to say goodbye to someone. But that’s a part of life. We meet people. They leave. And we meet new people again. And the circle of life continues to go round and round. But as fun yet bitter as the party was, I’m sure that no matter how far people are from each other, you can still be friends.

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Hello. This is Mara. I'm from Boston in the US. I teach English and am a student of Japanese. My goals are to live and learn about this wonderful country and make new friends. I also write stories but have never written a blog before. There's a first for everything, though, right?