I’ve been all alone this weekend. My BF is out town, and our foster cat just found a new home. I’ve been practicing for the possibility of living alone next September, and though a weekend might not seem like a long time, it’s the longest I’ve spent by myself in ages.
I’ve been so productive in the past 48 hours! I’ve cleaned my room, taken my laundry to the new cute laundromat around the corner, watched the spinning clothes while drinking a cappuccino from the café across the street, listened to side A of Ladies of the Canyon about a hundred times, watched all of season 6 of the Golden Girls, made lots of tea, walked home a different way, slept really really well, went out with a coworker to see Somewhere, stolen a few of Amanda’s stuffed-shell leftovers from the fridge at 3 a.m., and seen and talked to friends who I miss a lot. I’ve been sad, but it feels good to be doing things that I enjoy. In an effort to not feel sorry for myself I have gone out of my way to do tasks that I normally can’t find the time for. It feels like the days are longer.
The whole weekend has had this almost-romantic quality about it. I’ve always coveted the idea of living alone (all of these dreams include owning a cat), but I don’t know how long my resolve to be proactive and clean would last. I’ve been busy but I haven’t even heard my own voice yet today.
Above are some pictures from my weirdly wonderful weekend. We’ll see what happens in September, but at the very least, I’ll have a cat in the house.
I’ve been so productive in the past 48 hours! I’ve cleaned my room, taken my laundry to the new cute laundromat around the corner, watched the spinning clothes while drinking a cappuccino from the café across the street, listened to side A of Ladies of the Canyon about a hundred times, watched all of season 6 of the Golden Girls, made lots of tea, walked home a different way, slept really really well, went out with a coworker to see Somewhere, stolen a few of Amanda’s stuffed-shell leftovers from the fridge at 3 a.m., and seen and talked to friends who I miss a lot. I’ve been sad, but it feels good to be doing things that I enjoy. In an effort to not feel sorry for myself I have gone out of my way to do tasks that I normally can’t find the time for. It feels like the days are longer.
The whole weekend has had this almost-romantic quality about it. I’ve always coveted the idea of living alone (all of these dreams include owning a cat), but I don’t know how long my resolve to be proactive and clean would last. I’ve been busy but I haven’t even heard my own voice yet today.
Above are some pictures from my weirdly wonderful weekend. We’ll see what happens in September, but at the very least, I’ll have a cat in the house.
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