Well, the roomie (or, rather, former roomie) is just about out. Officially, Nicki has moved out. She did that last weekend.
It’s almost an odd feeling. I say almost since she still has a few things left over to pick up and I can’t fully appreciate the freedom until I get the key back. I know Nicki won’t pop in unexpectedly — hell, I’m sure of that — but, in my mind, the move won’t be fully complete until she says, “Hey, I’m done, here’s the key.”
That’s right. I said appreciate the freedom. I’ve been wanting to live alone for a while now, and I’m this *holding thumb and pointer finger really close apart* close from being roomateless. Nicki was a great roommate, and I have no complaints of her at all, but I just need, really need, to live alone. And I’m sure the same applies to her.
This is going to be the first time I’ve lived completely alone. Ever since I’ve moved out from the folk’s house, I’ve either lived with a girlfriend or roommates or both. I’m looking forward to living alone for at least a little while before I get married. Not that I’m dating. But I will not live with another woman I’m dating again. I’ve done that twice and will not do it again thank you very much.
I gotta go, now.
I gotta strip down and run around the house naked.
Happy holidays, everyone!