By: Jacqueline Stafford
Ever since boarding school I have fantasized about the day I could live alone. The idea of living alone seems so liberating with the freedom to do whatever you want, whenever you want. Guess what, it's even better than I could have imagined.
The first, and most amazing part about living alone is not having to deal with roommate drama. You don't have to worry about waking up your roommie if you come home really late one night. You don't have to fight for your turn to shower in the mornings. Sharing a bathroom in general is something I don't miss. You can have a male prospect over without having to explain every little detail the minute he leaves. You don't have to deal with your roommates jerk of a boyfriend who doesn't clean-up after himself (even though he is essentially living with you, rent free)! You don't have to worry if your not spending enough time with your roomie. You don't have to worry about cleaning up your mess if you don't want to. On the other end of the spectrum getting annoyed that all the cleaning is done by you, because if you don't, it's not done at all. Of course, the borrowing of clothes dilemma, which can destroy the best of friends. Yes, it's nice to borrow your friends clothes. It is a different situation when your clothes start to go missing, and if you do get them back it's stained or shrunk. Simply, it's ruined, and you should have just kept the damn shirt and reimbursed me.
You might be thinking, well I would get lonely if I lived by myself, but the truth is eventually your going to have to be alone. I think having roommates is extremely stressful, compared to living on your own. Seriously, it feels like being married after awhile. You will reach a point where every little thing they do starts to get under your skin. Some people might feel differently about this, and to those people I would highly suggest for them to try and be on their own for awhile. If you are freaking out after five minutes of not being around people, texting, or snap chatting you have a problem. I really don't understand this phobia, probably because I am the polar opposite. To these people I say, get over it! If you don't give yourself the chance to have some "me" time you won't ever realize how awesome you really are. Seriously, having no one around to judge you, impress, or entertain is what I live for. You can be as weird as you want! Watch all the bad reality T.V you can take, and there isn't anyone to make you change the channel. Do your strange beauty regimens. Jam out and break it down to some T-Swift, because even though you won't like to admit it, you know all the lyrics to her new song.
You could say I am a homebody. Realistically, I'm straddling the line between being an average introvert to becoming a complete and total recluse. On that note, I have to ask, what's so wrong with that? Ever since I first started living on my own people's reactions to me not having roommates were/are always puzzling to me. They are usually taken by surprise, at first. Then follow up their shock with something along the lines of, "What do you do by yourself all the time?", or "Oh, don't you get lonely?". I have to then sit there and explain that no I actually enjoy it, and no I'm not constantly suffering from severe boredom.
When I first moved into my adorable one bedroom apartment I was very excited, and proud. I thought this was what we were all working towards, isn't it? When I meet people who are approaching their thirties, but still have five roommates, I have to wonder why. It can't be purely based on finical reasons. I know plenty of people who have good paying, full-time jobs who could very well afford living alone. Maybe, it's an unidentified epidemic of the condition commonly known as FOMO, or fear of missing out. It's a real thing!
Seriously though, the most reasonable answer is that everyone is too scared to move on from the college carefree mentality, and most people prefer to have the guarantee of always having a drinking buddy. These are the only reasons I can think of, and they just seem ridiculous to me. I shouldn't be made to feel like an outcast for having my life together. I just just feel like everyone my age has taken on this new gypsy inspired lifestyle of never settling down, and traveling to wherever, whenever they can. It sounds good in theory, but I think it is overrated. I am happy that I own a bedpost, and actual framed artwork instead of tapestries. Maybe I'm lame because of this, but I consider it a sign of maturing. Sorry I'm not sorry.