Living Alone

I have almost lived alone in this little studio for a year. I haven't loved the year because of the mould and my not-so-great living buddies [re: creepy crawlies that have six or eight legs!] But there have been some things that it has made me realise.

I can and will kill a six or eight-legged animal if I need to. Or I will at least attempt to with a lot of squealing involved, and jumping too. If James is here though, that is his job.

I can sing loudly. And not worry I will wake someone or that they will hear me.

I am scared of the dark. While I need complete darkness to fall asleep, I will at times grab my iPhone and use it like a torch.

I don't like cooking for one person. I will happily cook when I am at James' or back at home. Just not when it is just for me I will use every excuse I can think of.

I like having alone time. Since I am a major overthinker it gives me time to be inside my own head and analyse myself. Sometimes it can have a negative impact but other times it allows me to figure out more about me.

I have furniture that I like. My bed, I chose it. My picture of paris with the balloons, yep I picked that baby out too. My doona cover with all the pretty flowers, awesome huh? I picked that too. I like that I am finding my interior design style.

I could turn the teevee on at any time. Not so much at the moment, but those times when I would wake up in the middle of the night, I would definitely turn the teevee on to assist me in falling back asleep.

I can fall asleep with no one else in the house. The whole reason why I wanted a studio is because I was terrified of being alone at night. Yes, even at twenty-three I would get myself into such a state where I would hyperventilate because I was so damn scared. Mind you, I also tend to wake up very easily. Like when the neighbours walk through the hall.

I don't like cleaning. Unless I really have to.

I like being able to walk around the house naked. This is only done for a very short period of time; when I undress say in my room and then walk into my shower. Oh yes, I'm brave.

I'm not-so-great at finances. I always thought I could manage my finances if I really wanted to, it seems I really don't want to. But it has taught me a lot.

I would love a pet. As much as I would love a kitty-cat or a puppy, I am thinking of a bird. I absolutely adore my little sister's bird. So much so that I would birdnapp him and make him live with me.

This post was inspired by Brittonie from Through My Own Looking Glass who wrote a similar post.