i am now over 24 hours into living in my own place.
on my own. still on campus. but by myself. alone. with lots of time to myself. did i mention i'm alone?
now do not get me wrong, i thrive and recharge on my own. i have a very active inner-mental life that is quite entertaining and enjoyable (if i do say so myself). in fact i may be at my most charming when i'm alone - too bad for everyone else!
this new lifestyle change came from a combination of several things, including the need to fit one more girl into the fall coat (community, orientation, assessment, training) program and my need to have a space for all the coat kids. you see we have a room, but that room is missing some key things, like nap space, and oh, a friendly wonderful place we know as a bathroom. my new place just happens to be attached to the kid room, aka the back porch, and so now i live where i work, or as i like to think of it, i work from home! there is a small room in the apartment that is being filled with pack n plays and a bassinet. and yes, there is a bathroom.
now, while i'm quite keen on inviting people over and going to see people, when push comes to shove, i will be spending more alone time. this is the first time in over 7 years that i haven't lived with a bunch of girls.
so here's what i've noticed:
- sleeping in house where i know, i know that i won't be woken up by anyone's voice, phone call, loud feet, snoring, heavy breathing, etc... is bliss. truly.
- sleeping in a queen sized bed alone is lonely. i thought i would love all the room. a double bed is perfect, i couldn't imagine sharing a bed with another person, i was just fine with my space. but this bed, this is too much space.
- i notice everything now. like intently watching my toilet to see if it still leaks water each time it is flushed. because i have to notice - no one else will!
- that i'm getting very bad about narrating out loud when i cook (the result of many hours watching food network)
- i was, in fact, responsible for drinking the majority of the sweet tea in my house. now i have no way of denying it.
- groceries for one is ridiculous.
- i know it's excessive, but i lock every lock at night. down to the chain lock that makes me feel a little bit like i'm in a hotel. so no worries mom and random friend or two that read this, every night i click and turn and slide and secure myself in good and tight.
- and finally, i, the girl who did not eat more than 3 vegetables until my 20s, was bummed out when i realized that i forgot to get broccoli today on my shopping trip - with no roommate broccoli to fall back on. i really wanted that green goodness. and then i secretly made fun of myself inside my head for craving broccoli. i mean, who craves broccoli?
look out world, abigail's in her mid-twenties and craving the greens. the apocalypse is surely around the corner.
