When I first moved into a one bedroom apartment, a coworker who was married and had a kid told me that “living alone is the most wonderful thing on earth.” I don’t feel that way exactly, but it’s nice to have a taste every once and awhile. It feels good to walk around knowing that the mess is your mess. You get to fully do what you want, like decide what goes on the TV.1 The sweetest part of all is having the bed to yourself to sprawl out as much as you want without worrying about whether you’re hogging the blankets or not. Having the house to yourself is a small, joyous break—but one that you look forward to ending. I’m happy my recent stint was just for the weekend.
I checked out that show The Pitt, which I’m not sure is very good…
Surprised this one got past the Editor