Lessons in living alone
I just passed my one-month anniversary of not having roommates. I had two and a half weeks solo in a house in Columbia after my three favorite ladies moved out and on with their lives, and I have now been in my one-bedroom apartment in Connecticut for two weeks (though you wouldn’t know from the continued absence of my furniture). In that time, I’ve realized a few things. If you’re going to live alone …
You have to be okay with silence.
You will never fill up the fridge.
You have to clean everything yourself (no cleaning the sink and delegating the toilet).
If you don’t buy sweets, you really won’t eat sweets.
You can eat whatever you want, whenever want, and no one will think it’s weird.
You can’t share ingredients, so you’ll be stocked up for a while.
You will always find things exactly where you left them (that can be good or bad).
You can go to bed as early or late as you want, and you will disturb no one and be disturbed by no one.
You can leave your stuff wherever you want, and it won’t be in anyone’s way.
You can walk around without clothes on.
You can pee with the door open.
You’re on your own if you suddenly run out of shampoo or toilet paper.
You get to decide exactly where you want the furniture.
You have to (get to?) do all the decorating.
You never have to worry about the washer and dryer being occupied.
You have to give yourself more time to unload groceries because you can’t make anyone come help you.
You could spend entire days without seeing or talking to another person.
You can be really, really productive, but you can also be lonely.
You come home at the end of the day and find the place exactly as you left it.
You come home at the end of the day and find the place is empty. That takes getting used to.
You’re the only one there at night. That takes getting used to, too.
But, best of all and most importantly, your former roommates are never more than a text or phone call away.