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Home alone is liberation

Growing up I always lived with my parents and younger sister, as would be expected. Then came college, which led to a veritable string of roommates, both good and bad. Of course graduation was inevitable, and then came the big move to California. Aside from the first month or two in LA, I have always lived with someone else.

However, these days that is not the case. I live alone now in a tiny studio apartment in Hollywood and it’s great. Other than my dog running around, I have total privacy all of the time. I don’t have to put clothes on right after the shower. Actually clothes aren’t necessary at all if I’m being honest. Alfie, my dog, doesn’t seem to mind and there’s noticeably less laundry to clean.

My room with Alfie. (Photo by Kyle Levy)

My room with Alfie.
(Photo by Kyle Levy)

Coming home late after a wild night out isn’t a problem at all. There is no one to wake up as I stumble around clumsily getting undressed in the wee hours of the morning. Yes, this has been an issue in the past. And yes, I have been that person who cooks a ton of food at 3 a.m. and doesn’t clean it up right away. But you know what? I can do that anytime I want these days!

On that note, no one whines or complains about the kitchen being dirty or dishes sitting in the sink. When will that get done you may ask? Whenever I feel like it! Don’t get me wrong. I’m a gay man, so my apartment is always at the very least presentable. However, I do have a life, and it won’t be wasted cleaning every nook and cranny of this place.

Facing the windows, the kitchen is on the left. (Photo by Kyle Levy)

Facing the windows, the kitchen is on the left.
(Photo by Kyle Levy)

One of the best parts about living alone (and this is the point where all of my family members should stop reading and know that I love you very much) is that I can have sex anytime and anywhere I want. There’s no roommate to be considerate of so I can be as loud as I want. No one has to wear clothes. And last but not least, there are so many different and interesting places to do it, other than the bed I mean.

Needless to say, there are many awesome reasons to live alone. Several of them have already been pointed out. However, there are some drawbacks to living alone. For example I can’t go out of town randomly and just leave my dog alone. He needs food and water every single day apparently. Who knew?

And when we go to the roof we get all those wonderful views. (Photo by Kyle Levy)

And when we go to the roof we get all those wonderful views.
(Photo by Kyle Levy)

Privacy is highly overrated at times as well. People need human interaction and sometimes I get lonely. However, that problem is easily fixed simply by walking out the door.

Other than that, I find that I have become vastly independent. Over Christmas I was home with my family, and there were far too many people around all of the time. All I wanted was to wake up, take a shower and eat breakfast in peaceful silence. Oh no. That was definitely not on the menu. There was always someone there! My family even woke me up once. I almost screamed at them. It’s weird to realize how much living alone has changed me.

Could I share this with someone? (Photo by Kyle Levy)

Could I share this with someone?
(Photo by Kyle Levy)

What I’m truly worried about is that moment when I settle down with someone and make the decision to cohabitate. How am I going to share a living situation with someone else? Especially with one as intimate as a lover? All of a sudden I’ll have to wait to use the bathroom. And my bed! Oh God, my bed. I’ll have to start sharing it! I love sleeping alone and while waking up next to someone is nice occasionally, it’s not something I want to experience every single day.

My iMac nook, where I was wrote this — without clothes. (Photo by Kyle Levy)

My iMac nook, where I was wrote this — without clothes.
(Photo by Kyle Levy)

Needless to say, living alone has its perks as well as drawbacks. That’s just life though. I’ll handle the whole living with someone else thing when it becomes a reality and not just a possibility. In the mean time, I’m going to finish up this article and perhaps put some clothes on. Have a great day everyone!

About the author

Kyle Levy

Kyle Levy is a 27-year old man living in and loving Los Angeles. A graduate of the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) who majored in English and minored in Renaissance and Reformation Studies, Kyle has wide ranging interests from history to art to politics. Most importantly he enjoys language in general. The written word holds an intrinsic value equal to no other. It is the thing which separates humans from every other creature on Earth. With this Kyle hopes to change the world as much as possible with the time afforded to him. Contact the author.

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