I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Growing up, I always wanted a bedroom of my own.
I felt there was a lot of love in my house. And my mom was, you know, the basis of all that.
I always sleep on my own. I can't sleep with somebody else. Always separate bedrooms, bathrooms and closets. I'm very individual and I want my own space.
I remember I used to sleep on my records. In a room with no furniture. I remember I used to sleep in my car.
We slept in the park before we had a house, and eventually we shared a home - my parents, my grandparents and five uncles, my family, all of us - on White Oaks Street by Magnolia Street near the railroad. Those were hard times, but I loved living there.
I like living sparsely. In the main room, there's no furniture - no tables, no chairs, no coffee table - not even a decaffeinated coffee table.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
I don't think I could live with anybody. I had roommates, and it's not for me. I like my space!
I lived on couches for something like six months. I had no home. I was totally broke. I would stay at a friend's house for two weeks, then move because I didn't want to become this permanent mooch.
I grew up in a very large family in a very small house. I never slept alone until after I was married.