Living alone

I have never lived alone. I have lived with my family, then on to roommates in college and roommates in my post-college adult life. From roomies to P. I know lots of people live alone. I know most of them really enjoy it. I think it's mostly a matter of what you're used to. I am a home body, a social person but prefer hanging out in someone's apartment or another. I think I would be good in a pub style bar with couches, with board games and Charades. OK sociability is beside the point.

I like to hang out with someone in the same room, not necessarily doing the same thing. That's what roomies (or hubbies) are good for. Company but doing your own thing.

So NOW I have three weeks of living alone. It is strange. Time seems to drag me along through the night. It is slow but racing at the same time. I find myself more talkative at work (I know, that's hard to believe!), futzing around our apartment doing mindless but meditative tasks. I feel a bit directionless at times, but also glad to finish these meaningless activities that would drive P nuts!

And so in conclusion I say living alone is good, bad, indifferent.