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trickykitty[Comment to mobobocita's final meme post.]
I have only ever lived ~7-8 months on my own (meaning without roommates). It was when I moved to Arlington to live "on" campus (was right across the street, but in private housing). My mom was seriously worried that I would hate being alone and not have anyone to talk to.
She was right, but only so much.
I found out that I needed pretty regular company or I would drive myself insane in my own head. However, being able to close my door and block out the rest of the world was at times FANTASTIC! My need for company was easily solved by living in a 6-apartment building filled with nothing but other students and spending many hours on campus in the cognitive psychology lab. I was able to invite people over for lunches and dinners with frequent occurrence (bribing fellow starving students with food was quite easy). Weekly laundry trips to my parents' house meant they never had to miss my happy face, and I got to spend a few hours with the boys without worry.
When I wanted me times, they were already built in. My favorite was turning on the proper lamps to create the right mood*, throwing on some Mozart or Enya, having a nice hot tea or glass of wine, a couple slices of pizza (one frozen pizza could last me 3 meals), and putting together a jigsaw puzzle for the next few hours on my dining room table that I had all to my happy self.
It didn't last forever, as I soon movedsmokedamage in shortly after meeting him and we began dating. I had the apartment to myself again after he moved out a few months later, but I didn't keep the apartment for very much longer after that.
That apartment and the first few years of my life were also the only times in which I wasn't also co-habitating with objects of the furry, purring and/or barking sort.
* I'm a HUGE fan of having multiple lamps of all sorts in order to get just the right lighting for my needs. My bedroom right now has one ceiling light and three lamps. I also miss the 3-way lamp that eventually died that we kept in the foyer/living room simply because I ran out of room for it in my bedroom. Back in the apartment I liked to use it for reading or doing sudoku puzzles while sitting in my comfy wingback chair that is still being stored at my parents' place. Man, I need a house. I miss that chair and I seriously miss my piano.
mobobocita's final meme post.]I have only ever lived ~7-8 months on my own (meaning without roommates). It was when I moved to Arlington to live "on" campus (was right across the street, but in private housing). My mom was seriously worried that I would hate being alone and not have anyone to talk to.
She was right, but only so much.
I found out that I needed pretty regular company or I would drive myself insane in my own head. However, being able to close my door and block out the rest of the world was at times FANTASTIC! My need for company was easily solved by living in a 6-apartment building filled with nothing but other students and spending many hours on campus in the cognitive psychology lab. I was able to invite people over for lunches and dinners with frequent occurrence (bribing fellow starving students with food was quite easy). Weekly laundry trips to my parents' house meant they never had to miss my happy face, and I got to spend a few hours with the boys without worry.
When I wanted me times, they were already built in. My favorite was turning on the proper lamps to create the right mood*, throwing on some Mozart or Enya, having a nice hot tea or glass of wine, a couple slices of pizza (one frozen pizza could last me 3 meals), and putting together a jigsaw puzzle for the next few hours on my dining room table that I had all to my happy self.
It didn't last forever, as I soon moved
smokedamage in shortly after meeting him and we began dating. I had the apartment to myself again after he moved out a few months later, but I didn't keep the apartment for very much longer after that.That apartment and the first few years of my life were also the only times in which I wasn't also co-habitating with objects of the furry, purring and/or barking sort.
* I'm a HUGE fan of having multiple lamps of all sorts in order to get just the right lighting for my needs. My bedroom right now has one ceiling light and three lamps. I also miss the 3-way lamp that eventually died that we kept in the foyer/living room simply because I ran out of room for it in my bedroom. Back in the apartment I liked to use it for reading or doing sudoku puzzles while sitting in my comfy wingback chair that is still being stored at my parents' place. Man, I need a house. I miss that chair and I seriously miss my piano.
