Never lonely with myself
I really like living alone. Coming and going as I please. Waiting too long to do laundry and keeping a spotless kitchen.
But it would be handy to have someone around to peel apples for me when I make applesauce. Someone to laugh with in the kitchen over a glass of wine, who feeds me sips of savory sauces bubbling on the stove.
It's good for me to be on my own. Not feeling like I have to change for anyone, hide for anyone, or censor myself.
Though I wouldn't mind someone there, making noise in the other room while I work too late. Who gets me out of the house, rain or shine, and shows me his favorite place in the woods. I could show him mine.
I'm finally creating a space that's mine. Coming out of my adolescence. Fully supporting myself. Planning for myself. Living for myself. Being myself.
But the child lingers. And for her sake, I'd introduce a partner to play with and tease.
I love that I chose my own apartment without the opinion of anyone else. That the walls are beginning to reflect me. That I can set up a makeshift photo studio at 10:30pm and do things that might seem strange were someone watching.
But the bedroom does get cold, and it would be nice to have someone there to heat up the bed before I slip my ice-cube toes into the sheets.
But it would be handy to have someone around to peel apples for me when I make applesauce. Someone to laugh with in the kitchen over a glass of wine, who feeds me sips of savory sauces bubbling on the stove.
It's good for me to be on my own. Not feeling like I have to change for anyone, hide for anyone, or censor myself.
Though I wouldn't mind someone there, making noise in the other room while I work too late. Who gets me out of the house, rain or shine, and shows me his favorite place in the woods. I could show him mine.
I'm finally creating a space that's mine. Coming out of my adolescence. Fully supporting myself. Planning for myself. Living for myself. Being myself.
But the child lingers. And for her sake, I'd introduce a partner to play with and tease.
I love that I chose my own apartment without the opinion of anyone else. That the walls are beginning to reflect me. That I can set up a makeshift photo studio at 10:30pm and do things that might seem strange were someone watching.
But the bedroom does get cold, and it would be nice to have someone there to heat up the bed before I slip my ice-cube toes into the sheets.