After 10 years I am finally in a single-person cell. No cellmate. At one point a few months ago I was without a cellmate for about 3 weeks and I realized I had never lived on my own before. Scary, and embarrassing because here I am pushing 40 (shh, don’t tell everyone) and I can say I’ve never lived alone. Until now.
But I’m making it just fine. I am adjusted and sleeping through the night, which, I struggled with at first (I would’ve sworn my cell was haunted that first 48 hours). But look at me now, doing great and enjoying a super clean space with all my own stuff, not bad at all. I even get along with the ghosts (I think they were neat freaks like me)!
Next, going home!