Yesterday I was driving home when this post hit me (seriously is it me or do some of your best ideas/inspirations come while driving solo or in the shower?). I was thinking about this Turning 30: 30 Things Every Woman Should Have and Know list that everyone was passing around a few months ago and something struck me, I’ve never lived alone.
Like, never ever.
And I’ve never had any desire to do so.
I’ve always lived in a place full of people and I can’t really imagine anything else. Maybe it’s because my house growing up was always full of noise and kids and family and that’s what I was used to. When it got quiet or if I was ever at home alone, it was just weird. In college I always had roommates and our doors were always open to guests, I love to entertain to socialize. I mean by senior year I had my own bedroom and that was magical but having roommates was still amazing.
After college I moved back home for a bit before moving in with Matt and that was that. And here I am.
I mean, I do love my “me time” and there are times when Matt’s not here and that’s fine, but I get bored. And yes sometimes I freak myself out when I’m home alone at night (stupid crime show obsession) but that’s where music comes in handy.
But living with someone is what I do best, it’s what makes me happiest. So whether or not I can check things off of the “adult list” I’m happy where I am and apparently that means being with people, compromising on chores and sharing a DVR. Which is all alright by me.
So, do I regret not ever living alone? No. Do I think I missed out on something major? Not really. Do I love having Matt as a roommate? Heck yes. Am I even more excited for the day when our house is even noisier? You better believe it. Am I crazy for saving any of this? Probably.
Have you ever lived alone? Do you live alone now? Is it really an essential to adulthood?
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