1 week- The amount of time it took before I stopped shutting the bathroom door all together. Why bother? As a bonus, in the winter the steam from my shower usually heated up the apartment pretty well.
1 month- The amount of time it took before I was willing to put a shower curtain up that wasn't see-through. I still occasionally check to make sure no one is hiding in my shower, but so far there's been no issue.
Conversation?- I tried talking to the pet plant, and that didn't work for me. I tend to only talk to myself only when I'm trying to remember something. So most of the time, that meant (unless someone called me) I would go from 5pm-8am every day just not speaking. It got weird. Now I've started to be more of a Marshall and tend to sing everything I do.
The lack of conversation sometimes makes me feel desperate, and when something exciting happens in my life it's like I go through a roll-a-dex of who I could call that would care. There have been very lonely times when I realize that I really don't have a go-to person for a lot of the types of conversations I miss, but I can pretty much always count on my Aunt Joanna to send me emails, and that helps a lot.
And the Loneliness? I don't mind it as much as I mind the weird effects that follow. Like having inside jokes with yourself (Ex: "Thin Mint Ice Cream is Back!" sign, to which I always respond "Where did thin mint go? It's the most generic flavor ever.") but you forget that no one else knows them. The same also goes for using people as a way to remember certain events-- "Did we go see Pitch Perfect 2 together? Who was that?" oh, that's right. You saw it by yourself.
What Do I Love? I love going to bed early and having no one's schedule to work around. I love watching only the TV shows I want to watch. I love using breath right nasal strips, or face masks, and having no one see me. I love having my own space that I'm responsible for, and cleaning it to my standards (and knowing that it can only be my fault if it gets dirty again). I love getting magazines addressed to me at my apartment. I love burning smelly weird candles. I love spontaneously deciding to foster a family of cats without asking anyone's permission. I love eating weird meals at weird times of the day.
So, would I want this permanently? No. I think, in reality, a good roommate would be a better situation (but New Girl and HIMYM has spoiled me with its fictional friendships). But I'm glad I'm doing this now, and learning what I do and don't like, and making my space all my own while I figure out this crazy life.
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