I've really been craving a little piece of somewhere that's all my own lately. I fantasize about the day that I can comfortably afford a modest little studio that I can retreat to at the end of a long day and wake up to after a good nights sleep. It's difficult to find peace of mind when you're constantly surrounded by the semi-chaotic clutter of other people... I love the people that I live with more than I can say, but it becomes nearly impossible to miss the company of people when it's constantly there. I haven't had my own room in two years...
I've always said that I wouldn't be able to live by myself (I'm afraid of being home alone at night), but I'm beginning to change my mind. I'm beginning to think that I would love it.
For now I'll stay here so that I can afford to go to school, and in the meantime I'll do my best to appreciate living with other people. I'm sure one day I'll look back on it and miss it.