Moving Up

I am finally going to be my own roommate. I figure it's about time since I am halfway through being 25 years old, and I have not lived on my own once. Even though I left the house when I was 17 years old I always had at least one roommate. Twice I have lived with 3 others in the house. I am slightly fearful, and simultaneously excite about the prospect of being the master of my own domain. While talking about it the other night Rafi half-proposed the idea of moving in together. I figured that someone with attachment issues would never want to live with a person they were dating, but I was wrong. Honestly, though, I don't think I would move in with Rafi unless I was engaged to him. There would never be the security there to allow me to feel that I could trust him to keep my happy through an entire lease. Also, I have all of my stuff for sewing and designing coming with me. The idea of being able to work and play whenever I want without having to coordinate or consider anyone else is very exciting to me. I want to find out what that is like. Also, it will be nice to be able to keep things orderly without any silly roommates to mess things up. I have learned a lot about being patient with the laziness and messiness of others. I think it's time to just be responsible for myself.