I've been out of the loop for a bit so I'm not entirely sure where you're living these days especially since my geographical skills regarding Georgia are limited even though I live there now.
I bought a house by myself in Rossville GA in early September. Just like when I moved from Florida to Tennessee, I was afraid to fail because historically I make huge messes not to mention that I typically have people telling me I can't do this, that, or the other thing. That's not to say that I don't have my worries, especially financially, but it's working out well. I'm not going to say this is my dream house or the city I want to live in for the rest of my life but it's all good for now.
For the longest time I believed that I wasn't meant to live with other people because it didn't work out well in the past. My closest friend Jaci came for a visit last month for my birthday and Halloween. She was here for 6 days. We had a couple of arguments and while I was happy to see her, I was even happier not to share the same space with her after she left.
Right now I have a temporary 'roommate'. I'm not sure if you remember my picture post about Cloudland Canyon and The Sailor. I had written him off and deleted his number after the plans we made for my birthday and Halloween didn't work out because he blew me off. I had to ask who he was when he called on Monday November 8 since I had deleted his number. He was letting me know he was on his way to work on an oil rig in Louisiana because he got kicked off the ship when they docked in Knoxville. I have no idea what madness led me to invite him over but that's what happened. He took the Greyhound to the bus station and has been here since. This Monday will be 3 weeks. We get along well under the same roof. He does handyman work around the house until he figures out what he's going to do. He has his own room and I have mine. We are intimate and have tried sleeping in the same bed but it usually works out better if we don't. Besides, people need to have their personal space anyway.
I always thought my idea home would have 2 master bedrooms that way my husband and I could each have our own room and bathroom. I think if I ever do get married again or end up long term with someone I would like that. I like things the way I like them and prefer not to share certain spaces or at least have the status quo maintained in that space.
That's not to say The Sailor and I haven't had a few mishaps. I took him to The Melting Pot the other night and he was so uncomfortable and felt so out of place that his douchebaggery which I had attributed to hanging out with drunken sailors on the ship resurfaced and ran rampant. But I digress.
I think this situation works because I've made it clear that he's welcome here but that he can leave at any time. I've discovered the more freedom a person has the more likely they are to feel comfortable and not try to get away because they don't feel trapped. I've also made it clear that he doesn't have to furnish 'the boyfriend experience' to stay here. Sure, I like being intimate and hugging, kissing, cuddling, haviing sex but I can do without that as well. It's a nice perk but not a necessity.
I see my home as a safe. sane space for me to be in. Sometimes I prefer to stay in because the world out there is so chaotic and other times I need to go home so I can recharge. It's both for me. But it's also not static. Sometimes I like to go go go and be out more than others and other times I'm more reclusive which doesn't always correlate to my depression and anxiety.
I bought a house by myself in Rossville GA in early September. Just like when I moved from Florida to Tennessee, I was afraid to fail because historically I make huge messes not to mention that I typically have people telling me I can't do this, that, or the other thing. That's not to say that I don't have my worries, especially financially, but it's working out well. I'm not going to say this is my dream house or the city I want to live in for the rest of my life but it's all good for now.
For the longest time I believed that I wasn't meant to live with other people because it didn't work out well in the past. My closest friend Jaci came for a visit last month for my birthday and Halloween. She was here for 6 days. We had a couple of arguments and while I was happy to see her, I was even happier not to share the same space with her after she left.
Right now I have a temporary 'roommate'. I'm not sure if you remember my picture post about Cloudland Canyon and The Sailor. I had written him off and deleted his number after the plans we made for my birthday and Halloween didn't work out because he blew me off. I had to ask who he was when he called on Monday November 8 since I had deleted his number. He was letting me know he was on his way to work on an oil rig in Louisiana because he got kicked off the ship when they docked in Knoxville. I have no idea what madness led me to invite him over but that's what happened. He took the Greyhound to the bus station and has been here since. This Monday will be 3 weeks. We get along well under the same roof. He does handyman work around the house until he figures out what he's going to do. He has his own room and I have mine. We are intimate and have tried sleeping in the same bed but it usually works out better if we don't. Besides, people need to have their personal space anyway.
I always thought my idea home would have 2 master bedrooms that way my husband and I could each have our own room and bathroom. I think if I ever do get married again or end up long term with someone I would like that. I like things the way I like them and prefer not to share certain spaces or at least have the status quo maintained in that space.
That's not to say The Sailor and I haven't had a few mishaps. I took him to The Melting Pot the other night and he was so uncomfortable and felt so out of place that his douchebaggery which I had attributed to hanging out with drunken sailors on the ship resurfaced and ran rampant. But I digress.
I think this situation works because I've made it clear that he's welcome here but that he can leave at any time. I've discovered the more freedom a person has the more likely they are to feel comfortable and not try to get away because they don't feel trapped. I've also made it clear that he doesn't have to furnish 'the boyfriend experience' to stay here. Sure, I like being intimate and hugging, kissing, cuddling, haviing sex but I can do without that as well. It's a nice perk but not a necessity.
I see my home as a safe. sane space for me to be in. Sometimes I prefer to stay in because the world out there is so chaotic and other times I need to go home so I can recharge. It's both for me. But it's also not static. Sometimes I like to go go go and be out more than others and other times I'm more reclusive which doesn't always correlate to my depression and anxiety.
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