This isn't my house ... it's a friend's in Appalachia
I've been living alone for the first time over the past year since I was 25. This morning as I got up and drank my coffee, I got thinking about what I like and also don't like about this. Here's my summary.
What I love:
*I can decorate however I want. I can use the colour pink. And lots of lace if I want.
* I can fling my stuff wherever it lands and tidy up whenever I want. Or not.
* I don't have to negotiate space for my stuff and his stuff.
* I can have quiet and not talk whenever I don't want to.
* being able to concentrate on work without interruption.
What I don't love:
* waking up by myself
* cooking for somebody else .. I love cooking but I need an appreciative audience
* not having somebody to share morning coffee with. I end up drinking the whole pot myself and then I'm on caffeine overdrive all day.
* having to hang pictures, move heavy furniture and do all the household stuff by myself
* those wonderful spontaneous conversations which break out at unexpected times.
I think conversation is what I miss most of all. And the hugs too. For now, I like living by myself but I don't think I want this forever. That's been a bit of a shift in the last couple of months ... it's a good space to be in .. content but looking ahead to the day when I might want a change.
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Interesting that I should stumble across this.
I just got back from dinner lamenting to my GF's about living alone for the first time in my life.
All those years wishing that I would come home to a house that looked exactly the same as I left it. Now I have it, I don't care for it.
It seems decadent, to have a house for one person. I can only be in one room at a time.
They tell me it is a transition, that it will grow on me. I am not sure.
I never in my life thought I would feel lonely, but I do believe that is the label to put on this feeling.
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