Yeah. It sucked, but I was AFC then. The last time, I actually felt great!
But I know what you are getting at. Coming home to a new apartment, not having the background jabbering, not living around messes that you didn't make, not having to stare at a box of tampons while you're brushing your teeth... the little things that change are so many, it is like a steady string of one thing after another you recognize as being different puts you in this crazy frame of mind.
You get the whole bed to yourself, you can throw clothes in the middle of the floor and leave them until you get to them without getting b!tched at, no more wine coolers sitting around in the fridge for 4 months - beers only last a week tops, no cosmetics strewn all over the place, no cosmopolitan magazines littering the living room, the closet isn't full of shoes, no more "stop at the store and pick up some broccoli" phone calls, you get to watch whatever you want on the tv, you have your buddies over all the time because you can, you can pee all over the toilet seat and laugh because you're wasted... and not getting
b!tched at for being wasted... which makes you laugh even harder... then you fall in the tub and pull down the shower curtain... then you stop laughing cuz you smacked your head... then you start laughing again because you're so wasted... then you realize you have to fix the shower curtain, so you stop laughing again... then you remember when ex-gf fell down that one time when you were both so wasted and then you get all sad.
Yeah, it is a trip getting used to the freedom again. It's like you go berserk partying, then get super depressed because of the life change, then go berserk partying to snap yourself out of the funk, then get all sad again.