Cozy or Crowded?

I recently moved into a house; a large house at that, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 2 living rooms and 1 (tiny) kitchen. It’s nice. I was so excited to have some space for all my junk. I have 3 stinky guys living with me now (it used to be 2, but that is a LONG story, and it will be back to 2 after this weekend (thank G-D)) which is nice because we split all the expenses, making my (almost) dream home super cheap.

I hung out at The Andrea's apartment for the first time in quite a while the other night, and I have to say something about it made me want to pack up and move into my own tiny place. I miss it. I miss having no room, but room that was just mine (not that Andrea’s is all hers…she also has 3 people in her (two bedroom) apt…). I miss not having to clean the seemingly never ending tile.

Of course if I do move into an apartment again I will only complain that I have no room. That none of my friend (not a typo) can come over, hang out, drink in the back yard and try to figure out which one of our neighbors are toking up. We won’t be able to play darts and horseshoes until 3 in the morning. We won’t be able to walk to the gym (not that we do now…but we could). Invite newly made friends to crash in my spare bedroom when they are too drunk to drive.
Oh what the predicament.