Are You There, Landlord? It's Me, Wendy.

I've been living on my own for eight months now - plenty of time, I think, to form an opinion on the situation. And it's come to my attention that no, I don't love living alone. I love the freedom of being single, but I don't love having my own place. There are ups and downs, and that doesn't mean that living with someone would necessarily be better, you know? Having a roommate would pose its share of problems as well, even with your ideal companion. I think that maybe I have the best arrangement that exists - living by myself with a best friend only three floors above. When both of us are free, it's just like having a roomie, but at the end of the day you can go to the privacy of your own place. But when she's busy, I get B-O-R-E-D!

What I Don't Love About Living Solo

* Paying all the rent. 

* Watching my favourite shows alone (much better watching on Hannah's 52 inch screen, haha!).

* The quiet. 

* Occasional loneliness (aw).

I don't know, man - would living with somebody else be better, though? (Not talking relationship-wise) That person would have to be someone I could just chill with, without saying a word.. someone who I feel totally comfortable with and want to have around, right? There are few people who would make that list, but I think with those few, living with a roommate could be just as good as living alone. Most times. Whatever, I'm rambling here. I think I'm just grumpy about high rent and two days of being aloooooone. Get this girl some casual company, stat!