In Response to Linda

After reading a friend's blog I was spurred to write my own. Having lived with a younger sister and then roommates in college I was scared to live by myself and then by a series of unfortunate events I found myself living alone for the first time about two years ago now. It was the most unexpected growth exercise I have gone through in my adult life. I became more substantial as I person. Read Books, Burned candles, listened to songs on repeat. I learned that I have weird tendencies like insomniac baking and fashion shows of things I find in the back of my closet. 

As an effect of living alone I would prefer watch movies or even TV alone. I am more confident. I take longer to get ready. And treasure long phone calls with friends who are far. But to be fair I also probably eat more, dance worse (no one's watching). 

I think it is something that is undervalued these days. I know girlfriends who have never done it and while I am sure they are happy, I think there is something to be said for being thrust into a new and uncomfortable position and having to rise to the occasion. Be your own entertainment, and become a person of substance. 

Another effect of living alone. I will be so thankful to have a male roommate one day soon... Because then he can lift all the heavy stuff, get the bowls that I never use off the top shelf and screw all the screws into the wall to hang curtains and shelves.