It’s Not You. It’s Me. And Blissdom.

Hi.  My name is Michelle.  I’m going to Blissdom for the very first time, and I don’t want a roommate.

I have been doing this blogging thing for a long time.  Five years, in fact and I have never been to a conference.  Not a one.  Why?  I’m not sure.  Timing.  Children.  Not taking myself seriously for awhile there?  Nerves.  Procrastination.  A combination of all of these things?  

Oh yes, I see all your posts about the. best. roommates. ever.  I know the joys of having someone to walk around with.  Someone to share dinner with.  Someone to gossip with.  The thoughtful, clever roommate gifts!**  The suitcase space saving benefits of sharing a straightener, a hairdryer, and a power strip.  Not to mention sharing the room cost. 

I totally get that.  There are girls going to Blissdom that I would room with in half a second if it weren’t for this thing... me.

I am thirty-six years old and I know what I like.  I like an entire closet to myself and someone making my bed every morning.  I like to sleep naked.   I like to stay up until 3 am and hit the snooze three times before actually waking up.  I like to have an entire king sized bed to myself.  I like to watch horrendously awful shows on cable.  I like dance parties with myself and JT’s Pandora station while getting ready.

I am not going to apologize for my unabashed love for Mr Timberlake any more than I am going to apologize for wanting a room of my own.  

I don’t have these things at home, so I relish them when I am travelling alone.  Do you know what else I don’t have at home?   A whole lot of solitude.  And I like it.  It is good for me.  Processing time.  Quiet. 

I am incredibly excited about Blissdom.  I am going to hug Jess and Andrea and stalk Kate and Carmen and accost Gigi, who will be working the entire time.  {I am also exhibiting some serious angst and poured one off for my homie, Ms Zakary had some familial issues to tend to and won’t be able to make it.  Oh ZDub how I will miss thee!}  I am looking forward to meeting bloggers from all over, both those whose blogs I read or twitter friends and those I haven’t met yet.  I am going to wear cute clothes and maybe even heels.  I’m going to stay out too late and wear make up and carry a purse that doesn’t have a diaper in it.

And then, at the end of the night, I am going to go back to my room alone.  The most thoughtful, clever roommate gift I could have ever given… to myself. 

 

** I will totally be bringing a few thoughtful, clever, non-roommate gifts for my girls.