I Need A Roommate

I am tired of living alone. I have, for all intents and purposes, lived alone ever since I was, say, 19 or 20 years old. I'm tired of it.

My threshhold for aloneness grows lower as each year passes. And, of course, having a taste of living with someone for the past year, the sting of solitude is a bit more intense these days. It's nice simply having someone around. I like seeing how other people live their daily lives. How often they clean. How often they cook. I'm a sponge and would probably learn new habits from them.

Maybe I should rent out my condo and room with someone. I think I'd be a lot happier, even if I didn't see them very much.

Think of the discretionary income we single, 30-something women are missing out on because we have decided that we must be fully independent adults, buy houses, buy furniture, buy gourmet cookware and appliances. That's all fine and good, but so many of the ones I know seem to be living alone because they're making room for the male suitor that might never come. And even if he does, would it not be easier to wrangle out of a rental arrangement with a roommate than to get out of a mortgage?

Personally, I think the day will come when all us singletons, when we are in our 50s and have made peace with the fact that we won't ever marry or have our own families, will band together and live in some sort of community....be it a condo building or a group of houses. We'll share meals, share common responsibilities.

Because years upon years of doing it all yourself gets old eventually.

Sigh....I'll write more later. Got lots on the brain.