Hermit With "The Bug"

A girl at my office mentioned that she needs to start looking for a new apartment. Just the mention of that made me catch the bug. The "I want my own place" bug. It happens every few months. It was more realistic back before my sister was married and I had potential for a roommate, but now that she's changed her last name and moved half a country away, there really is no one that I would like to live with (except Adam, but he would have to put a ring on it first).

I spent over an hour today looking at one bedroom places and drawing in where I would put my furniture in the grainy floor plans provided online. I'm also going to go over my finances again tonight to see if there is anyway I could afford such a thing. Maybe I could sell some artwork or sell a novel or win the lottery. Or something.

I'm thinking my mom will say no to the living alone idea. For some reason she thinks I'm a depressive hermit who shouldn't be left alone....