In January I will have been living by myself for a year and in that time, I feel like I’ve been through A LOT.
It was the rockiest of rocky starts. I poisoned myself by drinking daffodil water, I sliced my finger open and ended up in A&E, I also cried a lot and not just about the stitches.
I sobbed the first night realising it was just me, myself and I. Not me and Chloe in our old flat or not me and my family. Just me and my often out of control mind.
Thankfully, I’m not still crying myself to sleep (at least not every night) and I genuinely feel proud that I can somewhat support myself… financially at least.
So here’s 21 things I’ve learnt about myself so far this year and if you also live alone, I’d love to hear your list. Especially your most-used herb.
Oregano is my favourite herb - I’ve got through 2 jars in a year, which feels kind of astonishing.
I am a dishwasher princess and washing up is my least favourite chore.
Even as an adult, everything does still feel worse at nighttime.
Cleaning up after yourself is NEVER ENDING, especially when you leave a trail of destruction everywhere you go.
There’s no point buying eggs as I won’t eat them before the ick kicks in.
I might not love cooking for them, but hosting my friends is my favourite thing. When I say ‘hosting’ I mean stocking my fridge with Coke Zero for them and giving them their own key to let themselves in if I’m out.
I have zero regrets about my Lego table. It makes me so happy.
But my Snug sofa is a different matter thanks to the seat cushions that never stay on.
I sit in silence far too often.
I can face my fear of spiders when there is no one else to help me.
Not having anyone to split bills with means everything is really expensive, but I feel like a #girlboss that I can go it alone.
I’ve had to limit my true crime consumption because I get too scared.
I like my own company, but I do miss the chaos of my family home.
I actually hate food shopping.
I am quite a paranoid person but only about absolutely ridiculous things like my neighbour smelling my dustbin through his window.
There’s a lot of jobs I have to force myself to do and I wish I was more proactive when it comes to life admin/housework.
I cannot be trusted to go to bed at a reasonable hour.
I hated hoovering until I got a cordless Dyson vacuum cleaner. However, Henry stays in the airing cupboard because I feel too guilty to get rid of him.
I hate showering at night because it makes me feel vulnerable.
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not check my cupboards for intruders every time I come home.
Despite all my ridiculous fears, I’m actually a lot stronger than I think.
A boring but random suggestion on those slippy cushions. Have you tried an anti-slip rug mat? You can cut them to the size you need and they really grip stuff!! They're pretty cheap so might be worth a shot
Lovely and honest.