And suddenly it occurred to me I've been living on my own for more than a year now.
Where did that time go? I'm still not even done furnishing and decorating my "new" apartment!
I think about the stress of finding a place and moving and all the things I was afraid of and that all seems so distant now, even though this year has flown by.
I was afraid I'd be lonely but in truth, I LOVE COMING HOME. I love being home. I am always so happy to be here. This is all mine. The only person who interferes with my peace here is my sometimes noisy neighbor but really, it's ultimately a small price to pay.
Also, I feel a tinge of regret. Why didn't I get my own place sooner? What was I waiting for? This has been a great next-chapter and what a shame it didn't start until I was 35.
I'm about to decorate for my second Halloween here and I am especially excited to later decorate for my second holiday season. I'm excited to put up the remaining artwork and get some last odds and ends and finish everything so that the place is done.
Happy anniversary to me! Year one living on my own has been marvelous!
