I’ve come upon a really fortunate period of time in my life, wherein I have been once again emancipated from the domicile of my parental units. I, glorious, gleeful I, am living on my own once again. One of the things you get when you’re on your own two feet again is the ability and the time to actually think about things whilst your dog lays snoring contentedly on your couch, with his eyes open just enough for it to be somewhat creepy.
As someone who lived free of my parents for approximately 8 years of my life (19-27 for those of you being nosy) I’ve found that in only 12 weeks of being on my own again, I’ve fallen easily and happily in to some of the old patterns that I became oh-so-used-to and had to “unlearn” when I returned from my adventure in NC to live with my dad and brother former roommates.
For one, when you live alone, you have free reign of your space. So, if you want to leave your currently uninstalled bathroom shelves on the top of your toilet tank, you CAN. You’re the only one who is going to have to look at the unsightly-ness of it every day.
Hypothetically, you can enjoy any or all of the following activities:
- Fall asleep on your bed face-down after your post-gym shower, wearing only sweatpants and a towel which is artfully wrapped around your hair
- Talk to and reason with the dog, as if he has a higher understanding of all of your explanations and language, without judgment or looks of concern from other family members
- DVR as many shows in as many genres as you would like (though let’s be honest, it’s mostly 30 Rock and Doctor Who)
- Eat whatever you would like for whichever meals you eat in the privacy of your kitchen…or living room…or standing by the sink to prevent spillage.
It’s funny, because when I moved in, I thought, WOW, wouldn’t it be great to have people over, to entertain again? As much as I want?
In 12 weeks? No people. Not even once on purpose.
Because tonight’s dinner will be a Magnum Double Caramel ice cream that I eat on my couch in panties and a t-shirt. Please don’t knock if you stop by. I still haven’t gotten curtains and I’m not in love with wearing pants.