One Day

One day,

I will not have to try to sleep to the sounds of giggling at 3 am.

I will not have to awkwardly avoid the couple on the couch.

I will not have to label all my food.

I will not have to schedule TV usage.

I will not have to listen to Mumford and Sons entire

 discography blasting from the bathroom.

I will not have to pick up tumbleweeds of hair.

I will not have to find passive aggressive notes on my pillow.

I will not have to practically beg when collecting utilities. 

I will not have to deal with synced up menstrual cycles. 

I will not have to cringe when another uses my Kitchen aid.

I will not have to sleep on a twin bed and have limited storage space. 

One day,

I will live alone,

and I will love it.