Until recently, I lived by myself for almost a decade. It was great to have the freedom to walk around without a bra or whatever I wanted on TV. Dirty dishes on the counter? Yep. They are mine! Whose turn is it to unload the dishwasher? That would be me.
The only thing is that it gets really lonely. Especially if something goes awry and you have to handle it all on your own. You know like the toilet exploding or a dead squirrel on your front porch.
Plus, any and all spiders have to be killed by you.
Over the past few days, I’ve been rethinking my decision to buy a condo. I’m not really sure I want to live alone ever again. Granted, I don’t want to continue to live with my parents. I love them to death, but it’s putting a crimp on my lifestyle. Plus, maybe I would be happier if I had more interaction with people.
Then again, I remember being deeply depressed even when I had roommates.
I’m just constantly looking for my happy place. I need a place to call home. Part of me wants to stay free to move about the world without being tied down my home ownership. Part of me knows that it’s a great time to make an investment that could be used to fund my retirement.
Part of me just wants another beer.