During my first three years of college, I lived with at least one roommate or housemate, and I loved the experience of living with most of them…until the last semester of and summer after my junior year. After experiencing an allergic eye reaction several times from living in a super dirty environment (maggots-in-the-kitchen-sink dirty), I decided to live alone for my last year of college.
These 5 things describe my experience of living alone pretty well:
1. LIVING ALONE IS FREEING
I could sit with my feet on my desk, listen to music without headphones and with the volume turned up LOUD, sit on my yoga mat and read (because that’s what yoga mats are for…definitely not for exercising), and walk around the house naked (oops, this post just became PG).
2. LIVING ALONE + SENIORITIS = INTENSE PROCASTINATION
Freedom and independence is not always good. Because no one was there to remind me to do work instead of watch YouTube, I was procrastinating more than I did in previous years. Senioritis definitely didn’t help, either.
3. I HAVE SO MUCH SPACE!!!
I was so used to sharing a space with roommates that my 400 sq. ft. studio actually feels big. I have an elliptical in my apartment, and there’s still a ton of extra space. Or maybe I just don’t have that much stuff.
4. STRANGE NOISES BECOME SCARIER
One night, I plugged in my electric water boiler and warmer before bed so I would have hot water the next day. As I was trying to fall asleep, I forgot about it and was super confused and slightly creeped out when the water started boiling and the machine made hissing noises. Exact thoughts: Is it coming from outside? Maybe it’s my neighbor. That’s not the right sound for the fridge. Oh, it’s my water boiler.
When there’s a roommate, suspicious noises seem less scary. At least, you’ll die together, right?
5. IT GETS LONELY
Unfortunately, when I live alone, the only thing waiting for me when I get home is an empty apartment. There’s no immediate access to a person to talk to. If I wanted to hang out with someone, I had to plan it beforehand (aka no spontaneous vegan ice cream trips to Ralph’s).
So would I live alone again? Probably not. It’s always nicer to have a sense of security and someone to talk to when I have a roommate. But I’m picking my future roommates/housemates VERY carefully!
Thank you for reading!