Its been a very long time since I lived alone.
When I was young I lived on my own for about 4 months in a small apartment. I remember enjoying the independence but I was rarely alone. I was working so I was out all day, and was already involved with my future husband so we spent most evenings together.
Now that I'm alone again its been a new experience for me. I'm learning to take care of a big house alone, for instance, taking care of all the little details that go with that, like taking garbage to the dump and making sure the outdoor shower is turned off for the winter. When there are two people doing things around a big house they tend to fall into roles and when one is gone that role needs to be filled. Remembering all the details is the trick. Generally speaking when you work as a team, what one doesn't remember the other does. So I'm having to really step up my game.
In the beginning being alone is a bit overwhelming after such a long time without it. After all, I went from a family of six into another family of six so my life has been pretty much filled with people at all times. After all these years I'm pretty much used to sharing space. But finding a new independence is not quite as bad as I thought it would be and I think, just maybe, I'm going to enjoy it a whole lot eventually.