I had a roommate for 4 years in college. As in, we shared the same bedroom for 3. We had bunkbeds. I actually lived with 45 other women for 3 of those years =]. Yup, sorority house. For my senior year, my roommate and I (also my MOH–we got real close) got a 2BR apartment. Honestly, it was SO EASY living with her. I loved it.
I lived for 1.5 alone for 1.5 years after college. It took 6 months to adjust and then I came to love it. Peace, quiet, do what I want, how I want, etc. DH just moved home last week. Honestly, that’s been easy, too! He knew up front that I couldn’t just plop on the couch and watch tv with him in the evening. I have homework, studying, lectures, and other stuff I do besides watching The Simpsons to rewind. He’s respectful of that and I’m respectful of, say, his need to watch stuff or read in silence, so I pop headphones on to listen to my lectures.
We each have some spaces that our ours…if i’m in the bathroom, he uses the other one. Even if i’m just in there doing makeup. It sounds weird–but usually, it’d be like, “hey can i use our bathroom? get out…” right?
I have to get up quietly now and that is an adjustment. I can’t just turn on all the lights and turn the news on–he’s still sleeping! And i have to remember to make him some coffee, too. But otherwise, I still get to feel like i’m living “alone” because I still am doing things the way I did before.
It’s weird–I keep expecting to have to take him to the airport. The biggest hurdle, of course, is melding his crap with my crap. No more “the whole closet is mine” or stuff like that. And i’m throwing away a LOT of my own stuff–junky picture frames i’ve had since college, etc. It’s time to have a “grown up living space” not an extension of college stuff, not that there are two of us here.
Really, it’s been a nice, seamless adjustment. Save the whole “EJS i deleted 130+ of your shows off the DVR”