I'm jetting off to LA tonight to help a bestie move and decorate. She recently ended a very long relationship and is moving out of their shared house into her own apartment. This is the first time she's ever lived by herself. I'm so proud of her. It's such a scary, yet necessary, step to take.
I lived by myself for many years and actually miss it. Yes, I love living with Hal. Adore his company and companionship. But there's something to having a private space of your own that gels well with my personality. In our future home, when we're both well-to-do (the plan), our dream is to build a perfectly symmetrical house, where he lives on one side, I on the other. Separate wings, if you will. We can visit each other whenever we like. Some say it's strange. I say it's perfect :)
P.S. I'm bringing my laptop with me so you'll still get posts tomorrow!