Growing up, I always lived in houses with lots of people and then obviously in college you had your requisite roommates, but I think I've been spoiled in the past few years living with Del Murder. I have the whole place to myself most of the day, and a separate office to work out of too. Lots and lots of personal space. I could run around buck naked if I wanted to and no one would bother me! And I can stink up the house making whatever crazy concoctions in the kitchen and not have to worry about bothering anyone. Oh and being able to put a slice of cake in the fridge and NOT worry about someone eating it while I'm gone? Ahhh, such a sense of peace.

And so when I go back to visit my family and stay in a house full of people, it gets me all frazzled. Like, whaa? I have to put on pants? UGH, I hate wearing pants!