I worried that I would choke and no one would be there to save me. Or that taking out the trash by myself every week would be too hard. Or that sleeping by myself every night would scare the crap out of me. But tonight I realized how much I love my fabulous little life. I can walk the "runway" that is my living room in nothing but my underwear while watching America's Next Top Model. I can sing at the top of my lungs in the shower to Backstreet Boys and Celine Dion. And on a Friday night when all I wanna do is drink a cup of tea and simultaneously watch 20/20 and Anderson Cooper, no one thinks I'm a dork. Oh and who could forget making dinner while wearing a towel. Who would have thought that those Saturday morning omelets that Jesse provided this summer would actually inspire my culinary skills?
I might not have a gorgeous husband to come home to every night...but right now I wouldn't trade my Boston solitude for anything else. Except maybe a In-n-Out neopolitan milkshake.
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i love it...and i totally feel you. Francis and I have the most annoying roommate and hopefully in december we will be getting our own place, roommate free and i can live that life! Well with francis but i get plenty of alone time since our work schedules are different
Love,
Natalie
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