When I was growing up my mom's office was in our house. As a chiropractor, this means patients were coming and going, morning, noon, and occasionally night, about 3-4 days a week. This being the case, there were several situations where I felt...less than comfortable. If I woke up and wanted to walk downstairs in my boxers to get some cereal I might not have been able to. Or if I wanted to sit on the sofa and watch TV in my PJs it could have not happened, because of people coming and going. Since living with Micah, and now Bernadette, obviously neither of them are bringing people in all the time (well...Micah kinda did), but occasionally when they have guests over I still get pings of what I felt when I was growing up and people were over. And that's why I don't think I'll ever get what I completely "need" until I get my own place. I'm talking about leaving dirty dishes out, chain-smoking, having three TVs on playing three different CNNs, music turned up loud, screaming "potatoes" at the top of my lungs, walking around completely naked, doing Jell-O shots, and playing air guitar, any time I want to, day or night. Then, and only then, will I be truly happy. Sure, you may suggest that I can do this when Bernadette is out running errands, but it's not quite the same. Leaving dirty dishes out, chain-smoking, having three TVs on playing three different CNNs, music turned up loud, screaming "potatoes" at the top of my lungs, walking around completely naked, doing Jell-O shots, and playing air guitar on a schedule...not quite the same.