Let me be honest: I am absolutely not alone. I am partnered. We share a wonderful home with not infrequent guests, our dog (the LOML) and an ever-growing family of squirrels. But I enjoy solitude only on my terms. I have never lived alone (and I certainly don’t intend to, lol). When Andrew goes out of town, my anxiety spikes. I usually pack my schedule, cram in visits and dinners and walks with my star-studded cast of local friends. This time, I decided to try it out, being alone. Below I’ve included a deeply personal and honest list of comforts. A list where I hope you can find comfort if you shiver at the thought of an empty house. A list where I can return later (next week, specifically) when I find myself again, on my own. Leaving space at the bottom so you can add your own, feel free to send them to me.
a long(er) shower
carbonara for one
facetime with friends (Matt, go to the doctor)
songs on repeat for an hour (okay, longer)
singing loudly
voice notes
irish butter
watching gilmore girls on my laptop in bed
the cutest most unbelievable box of homemade treats left inside my storm door when i get home (by a very pregnant christmas elf)
a round of applause just for me, as i wrap up my final volunteer shift at the farmer’s market this season