|Living Alone, the newest tasty snack. Or as I like to call it,|
"Ridin' Solo". I'm not going to lie... I've always wondered
what I'd look like with the Pringles-man's crazy moustache.
I like to think that I typically live well with others (sans my slob-ness). I was one of those lucky brats that moved to college and had a first-year roomie that rocked my socks/ later became one of my best friends. In fact, when I first moved to BG, I was relatively lonely (especially in the beginning) after four years of roommate living.
But then I got used to it. "It" being living alone. And now, living with a roommate, I find, is really difficult. You find that you get used to a routine. Or you at least get used to not having to consider other people. But actually... it's not the considering other people part that I struggle with so much... it's the other people, who are also used to living alone, not considering me.
Don't get me wrong... I do miss walking around in various states of undress whenever I choose (Oh please. We all do it.) And I'm sure not all roommate living is the experience that I am currently having. And realistically, it's not even that bad. No one has been pistol-whipped with a hair straightener (...yet). I think that I have just been spoiled with great roommate living before this.
And as much as I like my roommate, it is undeniable that my one-person, still messy expanse of an apartment calls to me from across the country.
I hear you, apartment. I hear you.
It's waiting for you. Oh, and I'm waiting too. With your car. And alligator. Please come home. kthanksbye.ReplyDelete