I’m single, I live alone, and I kind of love this life
I’ve lived alone for a few years now and I’ve gotten pretty used to it. I think I actually like it.
Got home late from work tonight, changed into my comfy clothes, made myself a drink and had a Trader Joe’s mini chocolate cheesecake. After a shower I sat on the couch, grabbed my moleskine and wrote down a few things from today. Then I turned on the TV and put on The Intern. I haven’t watched it in a while. It’s all pretty simple. Sitting there with something to eat and watching a movie I picked just feels nice. No one asking what I want to watch. No need to work around someone else’s schedule. I can go to bed whenever I want or just sit there and do nothing. Before bed I’ve been turning on my pococo, putting on Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi and sitting there for a bit with the stars on the ceiling. I used to think living alone would feel lonely. Now I kind of like having my own space.
Work, food, movies, going out sometimes, then coming home. It’s a simple life, but I like it.