Parts of last week and the majority of this coming week have me living alone in our house in San Francisco. This involves getting myself up and getting things done without prompting. In Chicago this is normal, but In San Francisco it is odd.
My mom keeps our fridge well stocked with food, but now I can’t even go to the grocery store because I don’t have a car (this was a conscious choice, so don’t feel too sorry for me). The cupboards seem emptier than usual. I have no idea what to do with the freshly laundered towels. At night I have to go through the whole house to make sure lights get turned off. Tonight I have to bring the trash cans to the front for collecting.
It’s not that any of these things are inherently bad. It’s just that it’s just a sort of a new adventure. An adventure of living alone when I’ve never done it before. But there are other things that are much more clearly in the positive arena.
I get the TV to myself. I can do chores on my own timeline without needing to worry about getting in other people’s way. There’s no chance that the Oreo’s are going to disappear without me noticing (unless I have recently developed a habit of sleep eating or have a very selective robber). I get the TV all to myself.
Do you live alone? Do you love it or hate it?