My last child is heading off to university. In one week, I’ll be living alone.
I’ve never lived alone. I went from my parents’ house to residence to student housing (with lots of housemates) to my own family.
“Alone time” has always been a goal–like breathing–but I wonder how much of that was a direct result of constantly having people around me. Will I need to learn to socialise? This will certainly be an interesting experiment.
First things first, though: The Swomp is gonna go. There’s no way I’m leaving the master bedroom as a shrine to my teenagers (although it will be carefully documented before I start slapping on primer). I have yet to decide exactly how that room is going to be used, but it will be used for my purposes.
Wonder what those are….
Part of me–and I think this is the larger part–is ecstatic about the pending freedom. FREEDOM! Everything I do will be dictated by me. Everything I eat will be dictated by me.
There is the other part–the smaller but heavier part–that is stocking up on kleenex and Rescue Remedy. While I don’t really want to listen to My Chemical Romance, I might have to do it occasionally just to stay grounded.