All by Myself

Drew travels a lot for work, especially in the winter. Come November, he has about 3-4 trips a month until the end of March.

So I’m back to living the bachelorette life. Not in a social sense (though I am making a conscious effort to avoid the couch) but in a fend-for-myself sense… and I really don’t hate it.

Hear me out! I love him. I love our house. I love living in our house with him.

But I also loved living alone.

I was teaching a writing workshop at the office last week when one of my coworkers did a free write about her solo situation – and I became surprisingly nostalgic. I was this close to asking if I could just take over her apartment for a weekend.

Then I remembered Drew leaves town every once in a while, so I still get a healthy dose of me time – and right now he’s in San Diego, so here we are!

If you’ve never lived alone, I strongly encourage you to give it a shot (assuming you’re in a position to do so).

I did it for two years and consider it one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, which is weird, because I didn’t think of it as a big decision at the time.

The lease I had with three other girls was almost up. Two of them were moving in with boyfriends, the third had a place figured out with another group, and single Alli just wanted somewhere to sleep.

So I found a one-bedroom four blocks from work and had no idea what I was in for.

Furnishing was a blast and decorating is never boring. I thought being able to clean whenever I felt like it would be great! Until I realized I hate everything but vacuuming.

Vacuuming is pure therapy and anyone who thinks otherwise can take a hike.

But that’s the great thing about living alone: You learn so much about yourself and how you live.

  • Can you cook? Because making meals for one is kind of difficult.
  • How do you really prefer to spend your free time? (see below)
  • And just how long can you go without doing a single load of laundry?


When you want quiet, it’s quiet. When you want noise, you can make noise.

And if you don’t wanna wear pants, take ’em off.

I really think being alone and accountable to nobody but myself made me a better person.

I could go home and decompress, reflect on who I was as a friend, a girlfriend, a daughter, a coworker, and have more meaningful conversations with the people around me based on the conversations I had with myself.

Then I consider my current situation – manning the fort while Drew travels, with one snoozin’ pup on either side of me, and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I still find time to decompress, because I now know the difference it can make. You just have to realize there’s a time and place for everything, and adjust accordingly.

Which is why I may or may not be wearing pants right now.


Title Credit: Eric Carmen

4 thoughts on “All by Myself

  1. Yes, yes, one thousand times yes! First, vacuuming is THE BEST. And I agree, dusting is THE WORST. Second, you are SO RIGHT about giving yourself the power to live alone.

    I first lived alone not by choice, but by military order. Cacy was deployed to Iraq and I had to find a place to live. First I had a girlfriend stay with me for a few weeks to “ease into” deployment, but then I manned it alone. AND IT WAS GREAT! I had the tiniest kitchen. It just simply wasn’t capable of holding more than one person at a time. But for some reason I had a drop leaf side table in there that I never ate at. Ever. It was there I learned to figure out how to be me, Miranda, the person _and_ the wife. It was there I learned what I liked, what I didn’t, and that it was OK to drop out of college because it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be. It really was such a learning experience, and even though I miss him terribly, Cacy still travels for work on occasion which gives me some of that “me time” back.

    He leaves again on Thursday for 10 days. And I’m going to teach myself to make buttery, flakey croissants if it’s the last thing I do during that same time. YUM!

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