Living with roommates creates its own sets of challenges. One person cleans something, only for it to be dirtied up again by someone else. Someone watches the TV or plays video games when someone else wants to use it for something else. The list goes on.

What are the pros? Cheaper rent and utilities. More people around to keep you company. Someone to talk to.

I think the cons are starting to outweigh the pros for me. I’m starting to want privacy a lot more often. Little things have been bothering me, too. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been a bit used; my roommates get a lot more use out of some of my belongings than I do. Not to say that they don’t get annoyed with me sometimes, too, because I’m sure they do.

I have a good job, and I’m single. I can afford my own apartment. Moving out on my own also has its own set of problems, but what scenario wouldn’t? The question is whether or not those problems are worth dealing with. The biggest fear I’ve always had about it is feeling alone.

It would be nice though to come home to a place after work everyday where nothing has moved or changed since I left it. Drinks or food I put in the fridge would still be there when I got back. I could leave laundry in the dryer without worrying about someone moving my clothes. I could have a furry little cat named “Beer” that would be happy to see me whenever I walked in the door.

Tomorrow I’m road tripping with Matt and Catherine, who are recently engaged. Natalie was gonna go, too, but she backed out. I’m a little concerned about feeling out of place with the two lovebirds, but not too concerned. They’re both my friends, after all, and I’m fond of everyone that will be at our destination. I have a contingency plan at the ready just in case they start getting all lovey-dovey without me. (Namely a book and some headphones.)