Alternate title: The Struggle of Cleaning Your Own Apartment
Alternate Alternate title: The Joys of Paying your Own Bills
So, I have been moved out for over a month now, (The video above chronicles my move to my apartment, if you want to watch it.) and it’s about time for a blog complaining and rejoicing my experience so far with living alone. To be fair, I have lived alone before. I spent two separate semesters without a roommate in college, but I always had a friend across the hall. Not so much anymore.
My feelings about living alone are constantly going up and down. Late a night, I usually don’t like it so much. I get tired and sometimes lonely. Whodda thought that living alone was lonely?? Hehe.
Anyways, I usually really like it. After living with five other people not including pets for most of my life, it’s nice to have some peace and quiet. The best part of living alone is being able to keep whatever schedule I want. I don’t even mean staying up late. I mean being able to come home and make dinner and then spend the entire night writing or reading. I don’t have to hang out with anyone. I do miss the constant hanging out sometimes, but it’s nice to have some quiet.
Having to clean everything myself though. That is a struggle. If you ever visited my room at school, you know I wasn’t the best at keeping it clean. It’s even harder, yet more necessary, to keep my apartment clean. The worst is the dishes. I’m not very good at washing my dishes immediately, but I don’t have enough to let them sit around either. I am constantly making new dirty dishes and having to wash the old ones, so I have something to eat off of/with. The spoons get the worst of it. I only have a few of them. I know this sounds silly, but I never realized how many dishes I make before. At home, we switch off chores, so I’m not usually stuck doing the dishes of six people for more than a month. Now, I’m doing the dishes of myself while also having to clean the floor, make dinner, do the laundry, clean the bathroom, work full time and pay the bills. It’s a bit nerve wracking.
Speaking of bills, I paid my first internet bill tonight. I’ve been paying my own phone bill since March, but now I have to pay all of my other bills too and the rent. It gets really stressful really quickly. I no longer just have a job to have a job. I have a job to pay the bills and the rent and to buy food. I have to plan ahead with my money, so I know I’ll have enough at the end of the month when the major bills roll around. It’s stressful, but also kinda nice. Sometimes, I actually enjoy making my own decisions. Since moving out, I have a lot more power over my life. My independence is at once a joy and a source of stress. Although, I guess that’s what being an adult is about.
When I titled this blog, and when I started writing it, I was planning on doing a lot of complaining. I guess I have, but I don’t feel like complaining so much anymore. This is what other adults do too, so I know I can do it. I only have me to worry about. I don’t have to feed a kid or a pet. I may have lots of new worries and stressors, but only for me. Someday, I’ll have my own family, but right now, I think I should relish the silence of living alone. Or at least try a little harder to relish it.
How are your living situtations doing? Does anyone feel my pain on keeping the dishes together?
Until next week,