While I sometimes lament being single and sometimes wish I still had a roomie to make In-N-Out runs with and come home to watch Say Yes to the Dress with, I really like that I’m on my own. I’m an introvert and need my alone time and I like the freedoms that come with living on my own.
Also, I may or may not be kind of competitive with my sister and every time she’s over she comments that she wishes she had lived on her own instead of going from our parents’ to college to living with her best friend to living with her fiance. Point, emjaye.
I like having total control over how to decorate, singing loudly in the shower and having parties without checking someone else’s schedule, but the freedoms truly culminate in the kitchen. While cooking naked.
It’s not that I love cooking naked, it’s that I love that I can. I don’t do it often, but if I’m not dressed and I’m hungry, I’m not getting dressed to walk 15 feet across my – and only my – apartment to my – and only my – kitchen.
I found myself watching a show called “I’m Pregnant and…” over the summer. Each episode follows a pregnant woman in an nontraditional situation. This particular episode was called, “I’m Pregnant and a Nudist.” It made me wonder if I was a nudist (I’m all about the power of suggestion), but in my defense, it was the middle of summer and I was quite frugal with the A/C, so taking my clothes off while I hung out around the house by myself just made sense.
Now it’s winterish and getting cooler (and I’m frugal with the heat) so I can safely say I am not a nudist. However, I really do enjoy the “I’m not wearing pants” dance that my sophomore year roommate taught me (that sounds much more like
a college any guy’s fantasy than it actually was).
And someday I will find a man who will thank his lucky stars that I have held on this quirky habit from my single days.