A day will come when I won't be Living on my own anymore. I won't have all the time in the world, long, stretched out evenings to occupy myself. To colour and doodle, meticulously tidy my things, do stretches, watch documentaries online and write notes and read. At some point in my near future my life will be filled with the noise and disorder of two or more souls co-existing in one space.
All the activities and choices that made sense when there was just one will need to be renegotiated. It's been an endlessly enjoyable thing, living on my own. I did it once before and I didn't much enjoy it, but all in all I'm a different, more successful person now, and I've made the most of it, even if I haven't had the opportunity to cook as much as I'd like. I'm looking forward, now, to the opportunities that the next phase will bring.
