OPP

So I think I finally have a job (or two?) but I am tempering my excitement until I actually hear someone say, "You've got the job." It just looks really good from here. Big interview on monday! Being unemployed this long I have been afforded a lot of time to myself and I have to say: I'm going to miss it. I really like being by myself; being alone and yet I am not in the least bit lonely. I like my social time too, but I've throughly enjoyed taking my time through my day, spending time writing, reading, guitar, doing little tasks, etc. I like my own company. I'm thinking that eventually I'd like to get my own place, live alone for a while, see how I do. I've never had the chance to decorate my own apartment or house, I've always lived in other people's places (a very different kind of OPP, yeah you know me) and I would like to try my hand at it. Have my own space and a sense of permanence. (Don't get me wrong: love my roommates, love my current house, just thinking down the road. Don't freak out Jane...). Though if I do get a chance to work as a writer and I live alone I am in great danger of never leaving my house and becoming a complete recluse. You may not think this is possible but I'm here to assure you, oh, it is. I'm a closeted recluse...I just play a socialite on TV.
I guess the first step is secure a job, then think about the What Next when it's the time to.