Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Things I Won't Miss...

(11 days until moving day)

It should come as no surprise to anyone who reads this blog that I like living alone and in fact have a preference for it.  I also really like my cozy little Spinster Nest which I've called home for the past three years.  Having recently made the decision to once again share living space with other people I have been thinking a lot about all of the things I will miss about living here and living by myself.


I've also come to realize that while there are many things that I will mourn when I go (sniffle...I don't waaaaannnaa wear pants...sniff) there are some things I won't miss at all.  Like...

...the harmonica player who lives downstairs who seems to think that harmonicas are not loud enough on their own and must be amplified to floor shaking sound levels in order to be properly heard. 

...being the only person responsible for cleaning the bathroom. 

...the couple next door who argue loudly and regularly enough that when more than two days pass without a peep I ponder knocking on the door to see if they maybe died from carbon-monoxide poisoning.

...coming to the end of my three week underwear supply necessitating an emergency load of laundry only to find that I am out of quarters for the washing machine. 

...not having enough hands to pet three kitties. 

...being across town from my favorite pizza place

...if I fall in the bathtub it could be day before my body is found and by then my cats will most likely have begun to eat me. 

...should the zombie apocalypse occur it's just me and my Louisville slugger (I have it under good authority my roommates are well trained in zombie warfare).

...when I work at home and then dive right into school work there is a pretty good chance of my going 24 to 48 hours without a face to face interaction with another human being.

...baking cakes and cookies and being the only one around to eat them.

Wait.  Actually I might not miss that last one.

1 comment:

  1. Love it. I know how you feel though. I can't imagine going back to live with someone else now. Been alone long enough that I've become set in my ways. My space, my rules or lack there of.