1 year of Living Solo
It’s pretty insane how fast a year goes by. It’s been a year of highs, some pretty low lows, and a shitload of self-reflection. It’s been a year of overspending on home decor, learning how to only buy the food I need and eat it before it goes bad, maximizing Netflix n’ chill nights with no regrets, discovering my weirdest OCD habits when leaving the apartment, realizing how much I truly love my independence, and sticking to the “no pants” rule as much as possible. After everything that’s happened this year and after every ounce of self-doubt, I still get to come home to a place of my own and that’s a pretty rewarding feeling. *Insert Liz Lemon style self-five here*
The night of moving day, all I could think about was the cluttered mess of all of my belongings in front of me and the overwhelming, debilitating aroma of polyurethane that had only been applied to the floor one day prior. Where the hell was I supposed to start? I didn’t have a bed to sleep on, and I couldn’t even fathom the idea of starting to open up boxes. Somehow, (with the help and support of the people I love, and The Eagles) I managed to start organizing the next day. I got a bed, then I got a TV soon after. Some weeks went by and I bought myself a couch. The boxes slowly started to disappear and the apartment started to look somewhat livable. I bought and put together some new furniture, I donated bags of clothes, and threw out a bunch of nonsense papers and things I had been hoarding for years. (Yes Liz, you totally needed that size sticker you took off of your jeans from 2008 that you don’t even fit into anymore. Must keep. Very important. Much value.) Months went by and I hung up my wall decor. This little apartment became my home, and I loved everything about it.
One year later I think about that chaotic, stress-inducing pile of stuff that was my life and I’m amazed at how I got through it. I can’t even begin to express how much anxiety I was feeling when I took that first photo, and how psychotic it feels to even look at it. The photo I took today makes me feel like I can conquer the world. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow before my first cup of coffee. Moral of the story: The next time you think you can’t do something, you’re probably wrong. Cheers to that!