The Pleasure of it all.

House sitting can be fun. I am all alone for hours on end. Yesterday and this morning I watched movies and drank tea. It was very, very nice.

I remember the parts I really, really love about living alone.

1. The only noise is the noise I am creating. When I want quiet, I get quiet. For hours at a time. When I want noise, I needn't worry that I am crowding someone.
2. There is no place in the house I can't go on a whim. No locked doors. Privacy isn't an issue ever.
3. Sexual activity isn't something hidden away. (Sadly, I was only reminded of this. No opportunity to be sexual.)
4. Phones can be ignored safely.
5. The only mess in the kitchen is the one I made and it lasts only as long as I want it to last.
6. Only the lights I want to have on are on.
7. Only the food I want in the refrigerator is in the refrigerator. That means no science experiments!

On the other hand.

I also know the drawback to living alone for me. And that ONE drawback makes it impossible for me to choose that path willingly. When I live alone, I withdraw from humanity. It feels good for a few days at a time now than then, but it would be the death of me if I were to indulge for any length of time.

I choose my family and my crowded house. Even with all the stuff that irritates the piss out of me.