I'm not really sure if my life is any different then it was a year ago. It's Wednesday night, and I am perched on the couch, laptop balanced on my knees, arguing whether a human can take fish antibiotics with El Bat (They totally can) while I wait for Lost to come on. Seems like any other night in my life.
Except it's completely different. I live alone now. Without much fan fare I've moved into the tiniest rented condo in the world. I have 600 square feet of Wishy only space (well, Bean is here with me, but she's very tiny). Dishes in the sink? They're mine! Underpants on the floor? Also mine! Toothpaste ring in the sink? I did that! Kitchen cabinet full of candy? Because that's a food group to me.
I've never lived alone. I lived with my folks, I lived with a boy, I lived with Shell & Lace, I lived with Mr. Pants. I find living along to be exhilarating. I love that I have this space that is entirely mine. That I can come home from work, strip off my clothes and climb into bed with a book. I can fill the DVR with shows I like and catch them whenever it's convenient for me. Dinner can be popcorn or Homemade pasta. It is really lovely.
The first 4 months on 2009 have been amazing. I've learned a whole lot about me. The person that I am and what is important to me. I feel stronger and happier than I have in a long time.
Of course this may all change in 2 weeks when I am dead of a fish antibiotic overdose.
And really, my new home doesn't have dirty dishes piled up, underpants strewn about and me in some candy coma. I use the dishwasher almost daily!
