Kara's post got me to thinking about living on your own. I remember when Stephanie moved into her own apartment after the separation that it was the first time she lived alone, and she loved it. I didn't think much of it at the time, but realize now that I really dig it too. Carrie and I have had a lot of conversations about it too, sharing divorce stories. The truth is, there's something very powerful about the arrangement.
Most everyone that I know has rushed into living with someone. I can't say that's universally a bad decision, but in terms of relationships, I feel like I really fucked up not getting the chance first. Being able to spread your wings, establish your own domain and have time to yourself can start out being pretty scary when you first get the chance, but the payoff in the long run is enormous.
Why didn't someone tell me this shit when I was 20?
Granted, it's a lot more fun when you can pluck a sexy-ugly couch out of the furniture store, or tie the deck together with an outdoor rug. But even just knowing that you're the only one who gets the toilet dirty is a good feeling (though for the record, I will probably always put the seat down).