When I was a little girl I used to feel bad for people living alone. Most of the ones I knew were older and have never had kids; in my mind it was a sad lifestyle.

I grew up in a medium-sized house and had to share a room with my sister until I was 17. In my early years it didn't really bother me, but being the oldest and becoming a teenager made me realize that I wanted to have some privacy, and that was impossible to get in my house. My college years went by too fast, sharing a 3 bedroom apartment with 3 other girls, and more and more I really wished I could have my space, just for me, to do whatever I want, in the moment I chose to.

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It took many years. I can fill a bus with all the roommates I had in my life, but finally at age 30 I signed my first lease, and moved to my adorable studio apartment. Two years went by, and sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am to have my place. 

In the beginning I had some lonely moments, but quickly I got used to my own company. I was happy to come home after work and see that everything was still in the place I left, no dirty dishes in the sink and no strangers hanging out in the kitchen with one of many roommates I used to live with. The space was mine. No noise, besides Bossa Nova playing in the background, while I poured myself a glass of Argentinian Malbec and grabbed my favorite magazine to read in my couch.

The past two years taught me that living alone means, most of the time, pleasing myself. Using the colors I want in the walls, not sharing my closet, waking up and walking around when I choose. Of course there are moments I wished I had someone by my side, like after watching a violent movie or finding a roach in the kitchen. I don't entertain much, but my boyfriend, who lives in the same neighborhood, is always around and a phone call away, so I can say this is the perfect situation, at least for now.

The most important thing I discover living by myself was… me. I know myself so much better after living alone. I know who I am, I know what I like, and most importantly, I love every minute of it.