Empty Nest

Who knew one could get Empty Nest Syndrome in one’s 20s and without children?

My mom hasn’t even landed in the US yet, and I already feel the emptiness in the apartment.  Going slowly from solo to four in the apartment a few weeks ago was somehow so easy, it felt like I had always lived with at least a couple others in the apartment.  They then slowly trickled away, just as they had come, my mom staying about two weeks after the other two (and the rabbit – I’d forgotten about the rabbit.).

And today, with my apartment finally empty of everyone except for me, and my book being finished, I can’t seem to figure out what to do with myself.  And all I can think about is moving into a house or flat with a couple other girls, and occasionally having tea together in the living room, talking about life and boys and girls and everything there is….

But I still don’t know what my job is in this scenario, which is the only thing about it that gives me a lack of ease and shortness of breath right now.
Post-a-day 2017


Home is best shared

I think I have reasoned well enough that I want always to have someone living with me.  There is too much that I miss out on by living alone, I don’t want to do it again.  Most of my time living alone, I make efforts to find ways not to be home alone (or at least feel like I am at home alone).  My own bedroom and bathroom is plenty of alone space for me, for my nighttime relaxation and settling down.  I want common spaces to be common spaces.  Plus, without someone around, how else do I keep the place cleaned up, huh?  I’m too comfortable with clutter, to accustomed to it, to do anything about it until it gets really bad.

Life is just easier with someone else always coming around.  And the easiest way to have someone come around is to have someone living here, you know?

Yeah, I want a flatmate forever.  🙂


Post-a-day 2017