I have never lived completely alone, but when I first got married and my husband was in the Army he was gone for months at a time all the time so I was always alone. I loved it. We literally started out with an air mattress, a 13 inch TV, a pillow, a blanket, and a computer. He had a few uniforms and some ratty civilian clothes, and I had a few pairs of pants and some shirts. Only what I could fit in one suitcase. We built our apartment up piece by piece, slowly. I didn't mind the lack of "things" because I had freedom. It did get lonely occassionally, and that's when I would call up a friend and go out for coffee or go down to the bookstore and read and just be around people. But, usually I just enjoyed it, fuzzy local TV and computer on the floor and all. You do get the whole scary bumps in the night thing, but as you get used to your apartment that goes away.
Good luck on the new adventure!!
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