I mean no DH and no DC. Just me.
Have never really lived alone apart from a few years at university and even then I was house-sharing.
I love my family and am not wishing them away. Just wanting them to live somewhere else. And not even that seriously, just idle musings. The mere idea of having my own space, my own music to listen to and art on the walls, only books I like on my bookshelves, answering to no-one, eating peanut butter without being treated like a leper . I've done domestic and family for years and there are times when it just feels claustrophobic
The more I think about the more appealing it seems. Is that odd?