Plot twist are never planned.
In all my years, I have never thought I would be living alone at this age. Did I want it? No, I didn’t Do I wish I could go back to what was?
I have to say, it has been a trip. I never realized how many little things about cohabiting annoy you, but you learn to live with because you care about the other person. Or maybe I was just completely oblivious to them. Either way, here we are.
I’ve realized I might actually do okay with this. Outside of losing my phone multiple times and not having anyone to call it.
A brief list, if you will:
- Canceling every streaming service I hate.
- Not having to watch Ozark or Landman for the 500th time.
- Not having to sit down or watch a movie I don’t like
- Actually, not turning the TV on at all
- Or having to sit down at all.
- Making whatever weird food I want that isn’t carb-heavy
- Cooking every meal on the Blackstone.
- No one using my favorite forks
- The fridge organized to my specifications
- Playing the same song 100 times at full blast
- Rapping The Next Episode as loudly and proudly as I want.
- Binging my weird podcast
- Unplugging Alexa for good
- Writing and working as long as I want
- Although I do miss my little writing buddies
- The intelligent conversation my dogs can carry on
- The intelligent conversation I get to have these days
- Staying out late as I want and answering to absolutely no one
- Being social when I feel like it and disappearing when I don’t
- No one questioning my questionable projects or decisions
Looking back, this suits me more than I ever expected… for now.
I mean, it has its downsides too.
But apparently not enough to change my opinion.
My favorite?
Sleeping on the back porch on warm nights.
No, I will not explain.
