At almost 27 years old (come this Thursday…), this is the first time I have lived alone.
In college, I lived with roommates each of the four years. After college, I had many more roommates. And then for the last two and a half years, I have lived with Santiago.
With Santiago now in India for the summer, this is the first time I have lived by myself. Now it’s just me in a one bedroom apartment in New York City.
I am learning how to cook for myself again. Remembering what its like to come home to an empty apartment. How to get ready in the morning for work with no one else around. How quiet it can feel. And how freaky it can feel being alone in an apartment after you’ve spotted a mouse!
I’m choosing not to be sad. Being sad would just make the time more difficult being apart from Santiago.
Instead, I see this time alone as good, to learn to be on my own. We are all individuals. We are each uniquely special. So I am taking this time to remember who I am and what it is that is important to me.
I sometimes go to sleep at 9:30pm. I sometimes watch Harry Potter movie marathons. I like to eat brussel sprouts. I like black beans with cheese. I watch cheesy rom-coms. I find myself watching youtube videos on yoga positions that I don’t know how to do and then trying to do them.
It’s not that I don’t do these things when living with Santiago or with roommates, but I take into account their opinions too when making decisions. For example, I don’t make brussel sprouts with Santiago, because he doesn’t like them, and there are plenty of other foods that we both like.
I hope I also can spend more time with my friends. I have great friends in New York City, and I hope that I can create more moments with them.
I think it’s important to see the best in any situation. I know that I am incredibly privileged to have the life that I do, and I am grateful everyday for it. Living alone is just part of this life experience, and I will do my best to make the most of it!