Freedom Is Not All Its Cracked Up To Be

It has been two days now that I have officially been Hoj free since 2008 but I will say this though freedom has its price every time.  I gave up a rent free home, with a larger room that I shared with one roommate & a short commute to a part time job for an apartment that is not rent free, with two roommates, & a commute that takes twice the time.  I still feel that I have come out on top, but even after two days I feel that there are somethings that I would nitpick over if I had a chance.  The apartment could stand a cleaning & some organization, but I know this is only short term for summer so I can live with that.  The second thing is I don't smoke where as both my new roommates though not smokers of cigarettes or cigars do enjoy a couple hits of the bong each night.  My roommates are aware that I don't smoke & they don't press the matter further which I respect but I still don't like the smell.  This has further cemented the fact that I know I will never be truly at peace living with someone until I find that one in million girl out there.  But at this time I look forward to the day that I have a place to myself & myself alone.