Coping mechanism

[blue_eyed_girl]

Until I started living in Uppsala part-time a year-and-a-half ago, I had never lived by myself. I got married right out of high school, and when that relationship ended I first moved home to my mom's, then I had roommates for a couple of months before moving in with my next boyfriend. By the time that went south, I had Lydia, so even though I was

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[idahoswede]

Oh gods, NOT personal growth! That might mean *gasp* growing up.

[e11en]

Anders hates to be alone. He is extremely social and just craves having people around. Whereas I LOVE to be alone. I always suspected it was because I was never alone, not even in the bathroom, during all of my childhood. I coined the term (in our family) that if you get the house to yourself, you've won. Anders always feels so sorry for my mother, or for G's mother, because they live alone. I find myself being jealous of them now and then...

I really think living on your own, without roommates, is something everyone should do at least once in life, if possible. Even if for no other reason than to know you can do it, but don't prefer it. And I feel like you get to really know yourself in the process. I think I've said before that I'm a little jealous of your single girl life in Uppsala. To me it strikes a nice balance between what I imagine is an extremely busy family life, with time for your own interests to take center stage.