Eight years I have lived alone, and I have never shared a bedroom. Even as a kid more than one night of sleepovers was a night too many. I love my space, I love my quiet, and my endless hours of “me time” in my manicured single sanctuary. Next week it’s all about to change… I’m moving in with my boyfriend! Don’t get me wrong, I love this guy, and very excited to be taking “the next step”…and so is my mother. But while the fuzzy feelings of finding the right one tingle around my heart, I can’t ignore the fact that my safe single sanctuary and “Single Sally” is just dying. And damn that’s sad!