the year I lived alone was one of the best years of my life. It wasn’t sustainable but it was so so good for me in a ton of different ways. I think at this point in my life if I wasn’t living with BF I would *have* to find a way to live alone and sacrifice location and social life because I couldn’t go back to roommates (with the one exception of my friend Heather, who I was living with when BF and I started dating).
Also on night clothes — recently I had this moment when we were sitting on the couch watching TV and I was wearing a shirt that was stretched out and had a stain on it and pj pants that are starting to rip in the butt and looked over at BF and was like hmmm I should probably try harder here. along with yikes I am such a gross person. I keep meaning to invest in some new house clothes but I hate spending money on that stuff.
