And wouldn't it be nice to live together...

Ever since he put it on a summer playlist last year, this Beach Boys song always makes me think of my boyfriend. And they were really onto something. Wouldn't it be nice, if once you found someone you could be completely, 100% yourself around, you could create a life together? And not have to worry about bills, or student loans, or job prospects? 

Wanting this print for our future home

Over the past few days, my boyfriend and I were roommates as we had a house to ourselves. It was quiet, relaxing; we cooked, hung out with friends, read books, went in the pool. A truly fantastic weekend. And it got me thinking about living with him and also living alone. I'm an introverted person and quite enjoy being and living alone. I remember blogging about this New York Times article last year, "One is the Quirkiest Number,"which explores some of the pros and cons of living alone. I can't say that I've ever lived alone for an extended period of time, but when I was house sitting for a few months last year, it was just me and the dog. It was wonderful. 

I even credit this true independence for the beginning of my relationship with my boyfriend. When a person lives alone, as the Times article explores, they can truly be themselves. I know I felt so true to who I was as a person and I was so happy in my own skin. I could record and watch anything I wanted on the DVR. Pee with the door open. It was a glorious freedom to be utterly and completely me. A weird, quirky, girl who talks out loud to the dog, sings in the shower, dislikes wearing pants, likes to eat cereal in bed - me. I was more confident and sure of myself. So when I met John, I wasn't putting on an act, or showcasing some selected version of my personality. I was authentically me. And it paid off. The first conversations that we had we just normal. They weren't like those first date conversations where girls claim that they "love watching sports" and guys "confess" that they "love romantic comedies." Who are those people? John and I weren't trying to be perfect, we were just perfectly ourselves. And this has been the case ever since. 

Which brings me to my main point here, (which got quite convoluted) that this weekend confirmed what I already knew: I can be me around John, all the time. Nonstop for 5 days and nights in a row. So I guess, he would be an okay roommate because I'd do all the things I would do while I was living alone. Except he would be around and hear my horrible singing voice and see my embarrassing dance moves while I clean the apartment.