I don’t know whether you’ve ever lived alone, but it is a fulfilling experience. Relying wholly and solely on yourself for everything – groceries, cooking, cleaning, well-being – is something that we don’t generally do. We live with our families, we house-share, we move in with our partners. Living alone is expensive, and it’s lonely.
But I have to say that I never found it lonely. There’s a difference between loneliness and being alone, and I don’t mind being alone. I think I thrived on finding out what I was capable of without anyone there to motivate me. Needless to say, I enjoyed the experience, and my apartment and I shared a close personal bond. It was my first house of my very own.
The place I fulfilled dreams.
The place where love was rekindled.
The place where I began to be an adult.
And, this week, the place I bid adieu to start the next stage of my life in our house of dreams.
I will miss it, my quirky little space. Yes, even the train line my kitchen window overlooked. I know that I am crazy lucky, that our house of dreams is amazing, that I’m here with my love, and that our loved ones are close by. But while I’m stepping out on the road to somewhere amazing, I’m holding close the sweet memories created in my first little place.