Me, myself, and I

As you know, or don't, I'm living alone this year.

It has been just over a month since I moved in and I would just like to say that contrary to popular belief, I am not lonely.  In fact, I have visited people, hung out at King's, and generally have been less of a hermit than I was the past 2 years when I was living with three other people. Don't get me wrong, I loved living with my fellow "batcave" roommates but this year, so far, has been incredible. Although I think this has more to do with me personally, than with who I am living with.

Obviously living by yourself has its ups and downs. For example, you have a terrible day at school, work, or whatever, and you come home and there is no one to share your heart with, and no one to give you a hug (or make you cookies).  But on the other hand, having no one there forces you to think, forces you take your day and figure it out.  You can blast the kind of music that you want to listen to and not worry about who it disturbs.  You can come and go whenever you like and the laundry is always open.

I do miss my roommates from the past two years and I will never ever forget all the amazing times I had while living with them. But I will say that I really enjoy living by myself. This doesn't mean that I don't want people to visit me or that I don't want to hang out with people, because I do!

So I guess that's my random blog entry about the uphills and downhills of living alone.
Peace!