Sometimes I get into a very individualistic mentality about my future living situations. I start thinking "I'd be happy being single the rest of my life... I can live with little ol' me and have a jolly time!"

Which...is possible. But then when I find myself alone in my apartment for more than 4 hours, I get bored. You can only dance and sing to music, watch Hulu, and veg out for so long before you get tired of yourself. 

I like living with others. What's more, I like companionship. Of the male persuasion. I go through seasons where I don't meet even one boy I would have interest in, and I start thinking that I can live without them, or romantic love for that matter...

....and then I remember-- I like men. A lot, actually. I like to love! And I am damn well capable of it, despite what my inner dialogue may tell me. And because God puts holy desires in us for a reason, I guess having a husband/family will probably fit somewhere into my life's equation.

hehe

Also, one person's response to the question that keeps repeating in my head. Definitely not a all-inclusive answer, but certainly a vital component to think about. http://tinyurl.com/4h9r3ox