The truth is, I don’t quite know what Sort of Person I am, materially. One byproduct of living with others for one’s whole adult life is the freedom to abdicate having a personal aesthetic in service of the existing commons. Group living means it’s always someone else’s house, other peoples’ furniture, a hodgepodge of lives and lived experiences to which we are offered the opportunity to fit in, and the invitation to add on. Collective life is mostly a matter of getting creative with constraints. Mismatched cocktail glasses means it’s time for a dinner party; old instruments get repurposed for band rehearsal; modular furniture and a surplus of sticky notes, well — the workshop writes itself. Living with others also means living with others’ stuff, and over time you learn to be responsive and generative with both.