Grateful for my own room

My room has almost become my own very small apartment. I come out when I go to work and go back in when I come home. I use the kitchen every now and then and the bathroom but then it's right back into the room. It's a living room and bedroom all in one. Sure this isn't ideal for a long term but for now, I'm so happy to have my own space where no one but me worries about how dirty or tidy it is. No one cares what I do in it or how loud my music or t.v. is (well at least that I know).

I think a lot a lot about getting my own place. I look at listings on craigslist and there are some that look nice and that I could possibly afford if I cut way way back on my non-essential spending. I can't seem to take the plunge though to actually go and look at a place let alone move. Change is hard for me, especially alone. Before, when I needed to move it wasn't so hard because I had to or my living situation was un-bearable. I wouldn't call my current living situation un-bearable, just barely bearable. If I had to someone to move with then I would be more gung-ho but taking a step on my own is really hard and I'm worried I'll be lonely. Lonlier than I am now? I don't know. I miss having a really good friend to come home to. I've heard from some good friends how much they enjoyed living alone and I'm sure I would get used to it, but I don't know. The more I think about it the more I don't think I can do it, at least not on my own. If I had someone to go through the process with me. Look at places and help me decide then maybe I could actually go out on my own. The other problem is the money. Having a roommate sure does put some ease on my bank account. Lots to think about, or to think about again. This post took an interesting turn, didn't it? Didn't expect to write about that.