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When most people find out I live alone, the next question they blurt out is "isn't it lonely?" Um no. It's awesome!! I enjoy coming home to no one. It's very peaceful. I can unwind and take a deep breathe from the busy city life. My apartment really has become my oasis, my escape from stress. I can recharge my batteries if you will.
After reading "Going Solo: The Extraordinary Rise and Surprising Appeal of Living Alone" by Eric Klinenberg, I don't feel so odd. He shows that living alone is a healthy part of adulthood. Since you spend so much time with yourself you learn a lot about yourself that those who live with roommates (or family) wouldn't otherwise gain. He also points that those who live with roommates become less social because they do everything with their roommates. When I lived with roommates in Los Angeles, I did do everything with them and didn't make a lot of friends out of that circle. Now that I've been in New York 5 years and living alone all those years, I've been forced to go out. I definitely have a more active social circle (and life) here.
There is one downside. What if something happens to me? One time I pulled my neck and was in excruciating pain. Thankfully my ex came over to help (one nice thing he did!). Another time my brother brought me over ibrofen. I often wonder how strong is my support my system? Would my friends bring me to the hospital if there was a real emergency? When a crane collapsed on to my street leaving my building with no water or electricity, I was able to stay at my aunt's house in New Jersey. But an important issue brought up in "Going Solo" were elderly people who had no one to take them to the doctor or were unable to call for help if they fell.