What the Hell Am I Doing?

A proposal has been made to me in the past week: an opportunity to move out of my house has been presented to me.

Talk about mixed emotions. More than ever before, this is an opportunity that is perfectly feasible for me: I can cover a whole month's worth of expenses in just one paycheck (with plenty of cash still leftover). I also believe that it would be a good idea to get some practical experience of living on my own without actually being too far from home (Bowling Green is my life, afterall). The term would be short: far less than a year, meaning my commitment would be reduced by comparison to me having to sign a full lease.

I suppose that the issue at hand, for me, is two-fold: attachment and attachment. Huh? you ask.

• On one hand, I'm terribly comfortable in my current groove: my parents take good care of me at home, I get free food, and I'm generally well-off (if not also enjoying the ability to spend my extra cash on cool stuff!).

• On the other hand, moving out on my own means that I wouldn't just have a roommate, but an actual roommate. As in, most of my personal time would be occupied with someone else next to me. I'm a bit unsure of how to approach this concept, especially given other factors at work.

I would love either option: staying where I am, settled and rich; or taking the risks, assuming responsibility, and learning to live my daily life with someone else.