I have felt a little overwhelmed the last couple of weekends. I have a hard time saying no to doing things that I want to do, so I frequently end up with too many activities planned. Over a week ago dub came to visit with some friends. I hung out with them and went to some plays and somehow fit in camping with other friends. I was sleep-deprived and a little crazy, but it was fun. And I'm glad that I did it.
After they left town, somehow I ended up inviting a random guy to live in our basement for a week. I didn't really know him, but he was friends with my friends and had been staying in a tent, so I found myself saying the words that caused him to stay at the house.
He moved out today, and banana arrived tonight with her family and in-laws. I ended up spending some time cleaning up around the house a little before they got here. Back when I was 19 and all of my family abandoned me at the house, I used to get a little homesick. And when I missed everyone, I would vacuum. I did it frequently enough that my friend "Jay" used to come over to the house, check the carpets and ask me if I had been feeling homesick again if the carpets looked freshly vacuumed.
Whoa, tangent. Anyway, so when I was cleaning the bathroom tonight, I got to thinking again. I always think that I really like to spend time alone. I like it when I am busy, but it's so refreshing to just watch movies or blog or have some good alone reading time. But then I discovered tonight that I missed my basement-dwelling roommate. And I thought, "WHAT!?!" It was quite the shocking discovery for me. Why in the world would I miss the random guy from my basement? Well, first of all, he was nice. Second, we had good conversations and fun times. Third, I found that even when I got home at midnight or somewhere around there, it was pleasant for me to either have someone here to talk to or to have someone come home that I could look forward to seeing before I went to bed.
Shocking. Very shocking. Now, granted, this past weekend I only ended up getting six hours of sleep in two nights. That is not enough sleep for me to be a rational being. So, on one of those nights when we were talking until the wee hours of the morning, I discussed things that I wouldn't normally discuss with someone I don't know very well. I am usually way more shy and/or closed off to someone that I don't know, but I've found that I become a little irrational and different when I don't get enough sleep. So, because that happened, I guess I started to feel more comfortable around him more quickly than I normally would around a person.
Okay, upon re-reading this, it makes it sound like maybe I'm crushing on this guy, but that's not what I'm saying. What I learned is that I like having someone to come home to. Someone, you know, besides my parents (although they're great, too). And it doesn't even have to be a husband or anything. Just someone who is my friend and who I enjoy talking to. I guess I never made the connection with my siblings because I really enjoy it when they visit, anyway. But it makes sense. I mean, what with the midnight cheese parties we would have in the kitchen or the excellent bathroom talks... I guess I just never really thought about how much I love that.
So, yeah. Maybe I wouldn't feel like I'm selling my soul if I get roommates someday. Maybe I could handle being married to someone. I was always worried about the whole sharing-a-house-with-the-same-person-all-the-time thing. I always thought I would need way more alone time than what a normal married person should have. I guess I was wrong about myself. Heh.