But it does suck to slack alone. So come here, and slack with all of us!

Be prepared. Should things go my way, within a year I may be putting out feelers to see if any of you know of folks looking for a roomie. It's the goal.

ETA: And thank you guys. I obviously don't want to be anything but supportive to my friend right now, and I can't tell anyone else. I need to do my own freaking somewhere.

Last night for the first time she strrretttched out her arm so she could be hugging both of us.

That is so perfectly sweet. As is the rock-n-roll pee, in its very own kara-tastic way.

within a year I may be putting out feelers to see if any of you know of folks looking for a roomie. It's the goal.

I'll keep my ears open. However, as I am now an oldster (I think I've got about 10 years on you), most of my friends aren't doing roommate things anymore but I sometimes hear of friends of friends. And I know of one apartment of 4-5 women who are often looking. (EllenS' place)

Once I approached 30, roomates weren't necessary inconviences and occasional sources of fun anymore, they were fucking flat out awful. Not even the people (I lived with my best friend and then my cousin) but just the sharing of space. I became SO intolerant of that once I hit 28-29. That might be me though.

Oh, if I had my way, I'd totally go it alone. Thing is, I don't think I could manage alone just yet, and if I were waiting until I'd saved up money for a whole deposit alone, I'd be in Maine forever!

I became SO intolerant of that once I hit 28-29. That might be me though.

I don't think it is you, Nora. There's something about accumulating your own stuff, and not wanting people to mess with it. The nice couch starts to represent your own piece of mind and the refuge of "home" that you've built. Sucks to come home and find a druken roomie sitting on it. Or something.

Last night for the first time she strrretttched out her arm so she could be hugging both of us.

So precious! That's wonderful Susan.

Lisah, absolutely use it! She'll be giddy with delight. We want a copy!

Lilty, I hope something works out for you. Having to move back in with the parents after you've already been all grown up and stuff is of the suck.

{{-t}} if it helps, I think you've made the right decision. It's hard to postpone dreams, though.

Not even the people (I lived with my best friend and then my cousin) but just the sharing of space. I became SO intolerant of that once I hit 28-29. That might be me though.

Make that 18, and you're me. (Okay, so I also moved in with DH around then, but it's different with a fiance/spouse.)

Thanks, Kate (eta, and Deena!). I'm doing okay, pretty much. I'm doing a lot of waiting - until we can move, until I can look for a "real" job, until I can try to get pregnant again - and I don't wait well. But that's just life, sometimes. On the positive side, I've lost 7 pounds in the last two weeks and I get a little vacation in about a week. Those are pretty big positives.

Perfectly understandable freak-out, Lilty. I totally get that "I'm sorry you have this big huge thing to deal with, but how about how it impacts me?" feeling, and the guilt that's attached to it. So very normal, if you were wondering. I'm glad we can take the rant so you can be supportive for your friend.

And many good thoughts going out to Heather and Mr. Heather.

Nora, I had an issue with MM drinking my juice when we first moved in together. I just sat there staring at him wondering what the FUCK he thought he was doing. And I was having sex with him. I can't imagine having to deal with that with someone who ain't giving it up.

it's different with a fiance/spouse

I can't imagine that either. Of course, I also can't imagine living with most pets -- you mean independently mobile organisms that I'm not allowed to spray to death will be in my home when I'm not? Creepy.