The other day I was looking for an excuse not to go to the gym after work when it suddenly hit me that in a few days, I would no longer be living alone. Then I realized that after Sunday, I will probably NEVER live alone again.
This realization freaked me out a little. I’ve been living alone for three years now, and I’ve loved almost every second of it. I can literally only think of ONE time in the past three years when I felt lonely and wished I wasn’t alone. Otherwise, it’s been so nice to be by myself.
That’s because my living situation in the years prior to me living alone was so drama-filled. My ex and I fought all the time before we decided to get divorced. All. The. Time. I mean, I’m talking about, like, 7 years of fighting. After we decided to split we lived together for another 9 months, and although we had separate rooms and weren’t really fighting anymore, the situation was awkward as hell.
I moved from that house to living with my dad and his wife (who is now is ex-wife :-/). I was there for almost three months. The first month was good, but shit started to get crazy there. REALLY crazy. Eventually my dad and I got in a huge fight, and I left.
From there I went to live with my mom and her boyfriend. It wasn’t bad there, but their apartment was pretty small and they would sleep with the tv on ALL NIGHT and I swear they must be deaf because they would have it on so loud! And then they would wake up really early in the mornings and wash dishes and vacuum and do all this loud stuff that would wake me up. (I guess I’m a little noise sensitive.) But at least we didn’t fight.
I lived with my mom for almost a year before moving into the apartment where I am now. After dealing with so much bullshit for so long, it’s been so nice to be in a place that is quiet, where I can sleep as late as I want, where there is no fighting, where I’m not cleaning up anyone else’s mess, and where if I clean something it fucking stays clean and isn’t dirty two seconds later. (I’m getting worked up as I write this – my ex was really messy, if you couldn’t tell, and if I didn’t clean then shit would stay dirty. Really irritating.)
But my solitude is coming to an end! Tonight is my last night in my apartment. Tomorrow I’m moving back in with my mom, and then in a little over two months (73 days to be exact) I’ll be moving in with Dave. I’m so excited for that to happen, but there are definitely things I’ll miss about living alone – like being able to go a few days without a shower, not having to brush my teeth first thing in the morning, etc.
So to celebrate my last night alone, I plan on doing…nothing. I’m going to stay in my pajamas all day, finish packing, watch Bridezillas, eat Chinese food for dinner, and maybe have a glass or two of wine. Ah, sounds like the perfect day.