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It kind of just hit me that in a few short months I'll be living in Paris. More specifically, living in a two-bedroom apartment in Paris...with three other people. Which means, for the first time since sophomore year of college I will be sharing a bedroom with someone who's not Paul.

Lord help us all.

It's not that I'm worried my roommates won't be cool (they're my classmates and I already know they are cool) it's just that, well, I'm kind of a homebody. And I like my privacy. So unless they are all social butterflies who are constantly out and about (wandering the bitter cold streets of Paris in the wintertime) it may be a really long four and a half months for me.

But you'll be in Paris! you say.

Yeah, but even when I was in Manhattan with Paul during the springtime, and the weather was absolutely gorgeous, I could only muster up the energy to spend a couple hours each day outside of the hotel room. What can I say? Going outside is exhausting and I'm usually just as happy sitting around with a book or a good movie. Especially if it's freeazing outside, which I'm told it will be.

I mean, I'm sure I'll wander around Paris looking for restaurants and checking out the amazing museums, but I can also picture myself just sitting around in my pj's a lot. And because I'm a hermit, I enjoy this most when I am alone and can thus do things like play sudoku for hours at a time without anyone looking at me like I'm a weirdo. Which, I know, I am, but I don't need someone looking at me like I am one when I'm in the comfort and privacy of my own home! (Not that I would blame them though because if I were them I would and this is why I enjoy having the option of just shutting the door).

Is this called being anti-social?