So, I've lived, but mostly I've just lived alone.
About a year ago I moved out of an apartment with some very nice girls who I had lived with for two years and decided to try a new adventure. I lived completely alone to see if I had what it took to pay all my bills, cook all my own food, and plan my own guest lists. I moved myself (with a little help) into a one bedroom apartment across town and did very well for a while, until I realized that I really like waking up to someone banging around in the kitchen and I have a hard time going to bed until I've told someone goodnight.
So, my lease was up, the rent deal I got in on was over, and my friend had a house with an extra bedroom on the east side of town, back in my old stake. We had talked about living together before, so I called her up and we made plans.
I'm excited to be living with people again. I'm also a little nervous. I also have a lot of stuff that I don't know what to do with. I'm moving out this weekend. This has been such a busy month! I keep asking myself where my summer went.
Speaking of that, Roald Dahl said if it were his choice he would get rid of all the Januaries and replace them with an extra July. That is exactly what I needed this year.