I can admit that I wasn’t ready to move out of my sorority. Sure, I wanted all those things I wrote about in my post “A New Hope”… but I didn’t actually want to leave the luxury and friendship I’d grown accustomed to.
After living without the 33 other people, though, I don’t think I could go back. In fact, I think I’m ready to live alone. Of the things that generally happen in the home, I prefer being alone when I sleep, cook, and clean. I like having mornings to myself, too. But don’t get me wrong, if you end up shacking, I thoroughly encourage morning sex. No need to do the quick dip if it’s not necessary.
Of course this excessive fondness for ‘me time’ has to change at some point (well, I HOPE it has to change at some point. Like I said, I don’t want to be alone forever). But for now, that only child side of me is going strong. From decorating rooms to buying clothes and eating at restaurants alone (all the damn time while I was studying for the GRE), I’ve really started to like having my own space. A lot. It’s almost territorial.
Yet for me it’s a fine line between independent and introverted/borderline-antisocial, so I ought to be happy with where I am and be careful what I wish for. It’s iffy about what would happen if I end up with my own place at grad school. I mean, I was in a sorority… I must suck at making friends.