Surviving My Life

Solitary

I've always been curious what it would be like to have a roommate. Someone that lived with me. Always thought it would be fun.

Recently I had a friend visit (who's still here) who stayed with me the entire week.

The result?

I'm not the person I thought I was.



Living alone for as long as I have means I have grown accustomed to doing whatever I want when I want. Watch whatever I want to on tv. Go to bed when I want, and, whether it was early or late, when I went to bed everything was turned off.

Heck - feeding one person.

It has caused me to consider the ramifications of getting married. Married? Me? Taking care of someone all the time?

I don't know.

Maybe God hasn't let me find the right one because of this.

It's certainly been a learning experience for me.

posted by Jeremiah @ 23:42