Alone and Unobserved

I’ve been thinking about living on my own lately–what it actually means to me. I’ve been living away from my family since I was seventeen (so about seven years now), but I lived in on-campus and student housing, which in some ways is like trading your mother in for another; and of course I spent two years as a ward of the Church on my mission, which is like voluntarily selling your soul to the Devil. But now I’m really living “on my own.” Of course, I’m not even on my own now, because I have a roommate. But only one! I have noted a distinct inverse relationship to the number of roommates in my apartment and my relative happiness, which means this semester should be the happiest of my life, especially since the Church won’t be hunting me down, wondering where I’m keeping my soul. I’ll keep everyone posted, of course.