isn’t a foreign concept. It’s been going on for generations. Some refer to it
as “playing house”, others like to call it “shacking up”. I call it a “Hell
Nah” and here’s why.
I’m an introvert and I
like being alone. A lot. I enjoy getting together with my friends every now and
then and my weekend shopping trips with my mom, but I like my alone time. I
need my space. I enjoy lounging in my pajamas, watching Golden Girls on DVD or
having an impromptu jam session, party of one.
I hate when people touch
my belongings without my permission. I like when things are done a certain way,
but most of all, I don’t deal well with uncertainty.
I’ve never been the type
to leap into anything haphazardly. I like to go with the flow, but I also like
to plan. Until I’ve met “the one” and we’ve known each other for some time and
plan on being married, I can’t ever see myself living with my future significant
It has nothing to do with
religious beliefs and everything to do with privacy and security. Some people
live together because it works for them and their relationship while others do
it for the sake of getting help with the bills. If the relationship doesn’t
work out, then what happens? If Ricky can’t come up with his part of the rent,
what am I supposed to do?
I’d like to think I’m a
modern-day woman with an open mind, but that’s one thing I can’t get down with.
It’s just not for me. I realize no relationship is perfect, but that’s not a
risk I’m willing to take. Sorry, not sorry.
One's living arrangement
is none of business if it doesn't pertain to my own, but I personally can't see
myself splitting the bills with someone unless marriage is involved.
At this point, I don't even
want a roommate if I can help it. I did it in college for two and half years
and that was enough. I would prefer my own space to do what I want and not have
to consider someone else's feelings or preferences. Once I move out on my own,
I’ll know for sure that bills or paid or if I’m craving a bowl of Talenti
gelato when I get home from work, it’ll be in the freezer where I left it.
It almost reminds me of the
days I shared a room with my sister when we were kids and I absolutely hated
that. There’s nothing like being alone in my own space. On those rainy fall
nights, I like to sit in the dark with my window up, burn a pineapple mango
candle, put my iPod on shuffle and chill. No worries, no interruptions.
God forbid I ever get
married, I don’t know what I’m gonna do then. In the meantime, I’ll just enjoy
my candle collections, iPod on shuffle and Golden
Girls DVD collection.
Do you live with your significant other or are you
contemplating moving in together? How does it work for you and your
relationship? I’d love to hear your thoughts!