I live alone now. I like it, which is good, because I can’t think of anyone who’d want to live with me.
No, I never have lived alone, and it’s something I really want to do before I die.
I went from my parents’ house to a dorm room with a roommate, to an apartment shared with three other girls, to a sorority house room with a roommate, to living with my husband-to-be (mostly to get out of that danged sorority house!).
When I have the opportunity to go to a conference or training for work, I cherish my time alone in my very own hotel room.
I have lived alone. I liked it better than any living arrangement other than my current one (married, living with my husband and cats).
I lived in a cool studio apartment for roughly a year all by myself. Before that it was family, college, and girlfriend. PArt of me enjoyed living alone part of me was really lonely.
I ended up moving in with friends partly to save on rent (I had just lost my job) and partly for the company.
It was an interesting time. Once I can afford a place of my own here in LA I will do it again.
I lived alone for a couple of years after college. Not much to say – it was a studio apartment and I was working nights.
Lived alone in an apartment 1/2 of my Junior & senior years in college. Mrs Lacha & I used to live summers in NY & winters in Ireland, and I would come back before her, so I ended up living alone for 1 week to 1 month, sometimes. Adored it. My wife is going away for a week at the beginning of April, and I’m really looking forward to it. Nothing against Lady Lacha – I just like living alone! 
I’ve lived alone for the last couple years. I really like it. The year previous to moving into my wee studio apartment, I lived with a roommate, who also happens to be a good friend. I also enjoyed that. (Of course, we had a decent-sized apartment with our own rooms, so we could get away if we were driving each other crazy.)
I like living with other people, as long as I chose to live with them. I wouldn’t want to be in a situation where I have to live in an apartment with a stranger for cheaper rent.
I’m 34, and have been living alone for the past 12 years – for the last 1.5 of them I haven’t even had a cat. I miss the cat, but I love living alone!
I lived in dorms with a roommate all through college, and when I first moved out of my mother’s house I moved into a big SFH with 4 other people, including my then-best-friend. I stayed for 6 months. There were some advantages to having housemates – there was a built-in group of people to go out and have fun with, and there was usually a card game going on in the kitchen if I felt like hanging out and being social. But, like the OP I wound up hanging out in my room alone most of the time, because I discovered that more often than not when I’m home I just want to be alone. After the Nth fight with one of the housemates about the thermostat setting, I decided to move into my own apartment. I’ve never looked back roommate-wise, and I know that I’d never be able to tolerate one now. Plus, I’m old and set in my ways … in fact I kind of already feel sorry for whatever poor schmuck I wind up living with. 
Add me to the list of folks who think it’s important for a person to live alone at some point, for at least a year or two. There’s just nothing like it, and you really get to know yourself. I also believe that getting comfortable being alone is an important step in the maturation process. It’s rare for me to come across a guy my age who has never lived alone, but when I do it’s an immediate yellow flag. (Roommates are iffy: it depends on the number and kind, and the guy in question. I don’t think of someone who has always lived in a party house as having lived on his own, but someone who has always had a “grownup” roommate or two to help with rent can be ok.)
As Sophie Tucker sang,
I’m a one ticket gal, free as the breeze
I go where I like, I do what I please
When I lock up my apartment, I’ve got all the keys
I’m living alone and I like it.
No man buys my dresses or pays for my minks
If I get a new hat trimmed with posies and trinks
There’s no darling husband yelling, “Take it off, it stinks!”
I buy it, I wear it, and I like it!
I have never lived alone.
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'Lo Eve. Nice to see you around Hon.
Lived alone from graduating at 22 to marrying at 37. I really enjoyed developing my own sense of style wrt art, antiques, cooking, etc. Maybe that was the toughest change w/ marriage… giving a lot of that up.
I’m just short of 42 and have lived alone (not counting the cats) for the last five years, since I bought and moved into this house. I rent-shared the last two houses I lived in, and I like having all my own space very much–nobody to bother me, and nobody to worry about waking up if I can’t sleep at 2:00-3:00 a.m. My parents come and visit for a week or so twice a year, and while it’s nice to see them, it’s also extremely nice to have the house to myself again after they go.
I’ve also had apartments of my own now and again since I first moved out of my parents’ house at 19.
Well, at 51 I have lived about 1/2 my life alone. The longest stretch was from 1985 to 2004. I liked living alone, but now that I am married with cats I find that I like it very much as well.
I live alone now. I have done so for years and years. I do not regret it.
Done.
I took to communal living with zeal from the age of 20 (2nd year at university) until my late 20s. I loved having constant company, shopping and cooking together despite the politics and occasional housemates from hell. I never really understood what people meant when they said they wanted space or solitude.
The year before I turned 30 I was living in a great shared house but almost overnight I found myself vanting to be alone. I remember waking up on a Saturday or Sunday and listening out until everyone had left the house before I ventured out of my room.
I bought my own house several months later and lived there on my own, and enjoyed it immensely. I had long-term house-guests once or twice, but always enjoyed having the house back to myself after they moved out.
All this came to an end about five years later when I moved to the DR and got married.
I still miss some aspects of solo living, and always appreciate the days I have to myself - which I do get from time to time.
I lived alone for about a year and a half in grad school in a basement studio in Berkeley. I discovered then that living alone suits me. Now I live alone in a 3-bedroom house, and although it’s a bit much space for just me, I love it. I don’t foresee ever living with anyone again, unless one of my close friends needs a place to stay for a few months.
My first job after college didn’t pay me enough to afford my own apartment so I had roomates. My second job though DID pay me enough and as soon as I had saved up enough money for a deposit and such I moved the heck out. I was quite ready not to have any roomates by then.
I was 25 and lived alone in two different apartments for about three years IIRC. It ended when I moved in with Mrs. Lagomorph before we got married.
When I was in college I had roomates and didn’t care for it. Freshman year was with some random selected by the school who thankfully went home every weekend. Sophomore year was with these three rejects from my freshman hall.
Junior and senior year I lived in a fraternity house which was cool. I had a roommate junior year who snored when he slept and he slept 18 hours a day. Senior year I had a single which was perfect since I had my own room but there were 30 other guys to hang out with.
I lived with roomates as a post-college adult for one year. It was me, a Weirdo coworker of one of my friends and his Douchebag Cousin who never lived away from home before.
The Landlord and his Old Lady (also mid 20s) lived in the unit below us. Landlord and Old Lady were friends with Weirdo and they were cool enough. Douchbag Cousins’s Bitchcunt girlfriend used to hang out there constantly and both of them were a couple of inconsiderate jerks.
After a few months, Douchbag Cousin broke the lease and left taking Bitchcunt with him. Some English dude who was pretty cool moved in. Weirdo and I never really had a problem but we didn’t have much in common either. I mostly spent my time hanging out with coworkers and my friends. Weirdo was another one of those odd mopey passive-aggressive roomates I disliked and English wanted to live closer to work so when the lease ended we all went out separate ways. And I never saw any of them again.
Since then up until a year or so ago I’ve always lived alone. I liked it. It forces you to go out and meet people or join stuff. When you have roomates it’s too easy to just do whatever it is they are doing (which in the case of my college roomates was usually nothing).
I’ve usually been lucky that a number of my friends lived within a few blocks. It combines the convienience of roomates who you can just grab and go do something with while still giving you your privacy.