|this is a photo of my first place!|
it was a time of many firsts in my life. first time moving out of the midwest. first time not living on a college campus. first time living alone. first time being responsible for things like taking out the garbage and turning my rent check in on time. thinking back to that time, i don't think i was very anxious about any of that stuff because i was so excited to have a place of my own.
now, more than two years later, i see so much value in the decision that i made to live alone. as i've told you before, i love alone time. i can spend an entire weekend alone and be absolutely content. don't get me wrong, i love spending time with my people, but 9 times out of 10, i'm perfectly happy to do my own thing. i've always been that way, but i think living alone made me that way even more. even though i lived a block away from my sister and spent a lot of time with her and her hubs, i had to learn to be independent and do things on my own. like eat dinner alone and watch a movie alone and spend an entire Sunday afternoon alone. just because i like being alone doesn't mean that i never got lonely. i definitely did. but i also enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with being the only one in that townhouse. i liked the responsibility that came along with it, too.
i think i grew up a lot in that time. i learned a lot about independence and responsibility. it's prepared me to be able to live on my own in the future and i'm glad to know that i can live by myself and be okay with it.
don't get me wrong, i love living with my roommate now. she's an absolute dream and probably the easiest person to live with. and i think having the experience of living alone allows me to appreciate having someone around even more.
i know that not everyone is made to live alone, some people just need to have other people around. and i totally get that. in college, i lived with 5 other girls in a townhouse for a semester. it was madness, but i did love that there was always something going on and someone around to hang out with. i miss that sometimes. (but then i think about how i slept on a bunk bed and shared a bathroom the size of a port-a-potty, and i don't miss it so much).
i just think that there is a lot of value in living alone, if you can swing it. and, hey, you don't have to worry about wearing pants all the time. or, if you're my roommate, you don't ever have to worry about wearing pants.