So, if you couldn't follow all of that back and forth, suffice it to say I haven't lived alone for more than a year, and it wasn't all in one continuous stretch.
Currently the ex still lives with me and my girlfriend, and he's looking to move out this summer. I was looking forward to making the place into a home for just the two of us after he was gone. However, things are probably not going to happen exactly the way I thought.
My girlfriend is finishing up her first year of grad school this spring. Since August, she has been commuting 1.25 hours each way and spending 99% of her time on school, school work, working from home or sleeping. Next year is rumored to be even more hellish than this one and there will be a large shadowing component where she'll need to be visiting schools. Therefore, it's going to make more sense for her to move closer to school.
So, I'm suddenly faced with the very real possibility that I will be living alone in a few months. Part of me is excited, but part of me is terrified!
- No cleaning up after others
- Turn the music/tv up as loud as I want
- Decorate however I want
- No fighting for the shower/bathroom
- No car shuffling in the driveway
- Other people's alarms won't wake me up
- No waiting for other people's laundry to be finished
- Dishwasher will be run much less
- No fighting over what's on the TV or DVR
- I can spread out into other bedrooms to make space for doing hobbies
- More closet space, refrigerator space and cupboard space!
- Nobody to hang out with
- Nobody to share chores with
- Nobody to help with heavy lifting or large jobs
- Nobody to watch the pets if I have a long day at work
- Nobody to witness if I'm sliding back into old habits
- Nobody to cheer me up when I'm down
- Nobody to coddle me when I am sick
It probably all boils down to fear of change. If I take it one thing at a time, it won't seem so scary or overwhelming. I'll hold my breath and jump in. Let's hope the water is warm!