I have been living completely on my own since March 1st of this year for the first time in my life. I mean, I didn’t always live with my parents, but I always had some kind of roommate situation going on. I spent the last 7 years, 19 months, and 16 days living with my husband. Well, give or take a month or two because we technically moved in together about 6 weeks before our wedding. HEY! When you find a property that will let you have a 120lbs. dog you take it when you can.
Anyway, it’s been almost 3 months of living completely 100% totally alone for the first time in my life. I’ve discovered a few things that are both good and bad about it.
I love the fact that I can shut the bathroom door and have some free time without getting interrupted. The bad side, there is no one there to instantly share an OMG moment with. (Unrelated to the bathroom OMG moment)
I can read a book in almost absolute silence. Sometimes it is TOO quiet.
I can watch whatever I want to watch on TV, but there is nothing on.
I can sleep in the middle of the bed, but there is no one to throw my leg over. The next morning I find myself cuddled up to a big wad of covers that I have tangled up in the night.
I can cook whatever I want, but no one else is there to say if it is good or bad.
I laugh a lot more, but there is no one to share that with. Maybe I should borrow the parrot for awhile. He giggles back at me, then I giggle at him, and it’s an endless cycle…
Guys flirt a lot more, but they don’t really want a relationship.
I blog a lot more, but the yard doesn’t get mowed!
And the worse of the worst:
I am free to start over (well mostly), and now I HAVE to start over.