I'm at a point in my life where I'm living on my own. Well, not entirely on my own. My dog is great. I just wish that he paid his half of the rent.
But you know what the greatest joy of living alone is?
You can go to sleep with a clean kitchen and wake up with a clean kitchen. No surprise dishes left in the sink, no dishes left undone, and certainly no dishes that are just scattered randomly around your house waiting to be picked up and put into the sink. Nothing like that. If I go to sleep with a clean kitchen, I am going to wake up with a clean kitchen. It is a miracle. I wish that somebody had told me how miraculous that feeling is. I would have lived on my own since I was 20.