It is my firm belief that everyone should live alone at least once in their life. When you live alone, a few things happen:
- You’re forced to deal with stuff on your own: This may include bug invasions, fighting with the cable company, things that break in your apartment, and/or loud neighbors. For me right now, it’s the unidentified buzzing that I think is coming from my fridge, which reminds me that I need to call maintenance about that. When you don’t have a roomie to tag team with, you have to dig deep and be an adult. Yep, that’s a roach. What are you going to do? Yep, the ceiling is leaking. Better call someone about that. This gives you a pretty awesome sense of independence and bad assery that everyone should experience.
- You get comfortable being by yourself: When you bounce from roommate to roommate, it’s easy to avoid alone time. You fill what would be solo time with meaningless conversations and TV shows that you’re just watching because your roomie is and you don’t want to have to entertain yourself. When you live by yourself, all of that goes away. It’s just you and the stuff in your apartment, and maybe a pet. This means that you have to get used to spending time with your own thoughts. You go to bed by yourself and wake up by yourself and you have to be okay with that. It’s a little scary at first, but also really eye-opening.
- You learn what you like and what you don’t like: Okay, so the person you live with likes that painting in the hallway. Now there is no roommate to consult with. What do you like? What’s your personal sense of style all about? No more collaborating to appease everyone. You get to define exactly who you are and what appeals to you on all levels.
- You can do adult stuff like entertain your friends and have dinner parties and such: No more saying, “Do you care if I have a few friends over?” and then feeling weird because your roommate is hiding out in her room all night. If you want to have a girls’ night at your place, go for it. If you want to cook dinner and invite your neighbor over, do it.
I still don’t totally feel like an adult (especially not when you consider how many times per day I call my mom to ask her stuff), but I have to say that living alone has made me feel more and more like a real, live grownup.
Do you live alone? Do you love it or do you miss having a roommate?