I feel a bit hypocritical for writing about how to live alone and happy when I am at my parents, in my bedroom, waiting for my mom to shout, “Lunch is ready!”. In a few minutes, I will be having home cooked meal Yep, I am home for the weekend.
I have been living alone for some time now, though I might still be considered a newbie on this moving out from your parents’ thing, especially by western standard. I have sat trough too many episodes of One Tree Hills and 90210 to know that I packed and stepped out much later compared to many of you. In the TV show, they move out when they attend university, which is what? At 18 years old. I, on the other hand, on my early 20s was still living under my parents’ roof with no plan to move out. But I did and even though I only have lived alone for a short time compared to many of you, I am planning to share my living space with someone only after I travel all around the world or and become a president, so at some point of the time I might out live-alone some and for that my friend let me share you my two cents of living alone.
Moving out across the country was one of my biggest life decisions also one of the best ones. It turns out that I love living alone.
Living alone, for the first time, meant I got to go back whenever I want, eat whatever I want and bring home whenever I want. I love making my own decisions by myself. I was never a house rule follower anyway. I have missed laundry for a month; gone out at 2AM to rent a DVD because I couldn’t sleep; turned the night in at 6PM and gone swimming at 6AM. Without anyone questioning me. I was my own boss! But then I felt sick, got my heart broken, failed on my test and burned my clothes too many times. I felt lonely, I got threatened, and I went broke. Oh, so broke that I have to move to a friend’s house to get back on my feet and save enough rent money.
Getting time to be alone, choosing to live alone and to be able to leave anyway, I want also mean that I have to make good decisions, many good decisions. I have to plan my weekly meal, buy groceries, get an injection and save for rainy days. Living alone means I still have to be in bed at a certain time, so I wouldn’t be a bitch to people at work the next morning. I am responsible for my well being like taking vitamins and floss (yes, I had to reteach myself basic hygiene).
Living alone also is a minimalism movement. At least moving for 4 times in the past 2 years have taught me so. I try to fit all my life belongings (exclude my bags) into two big suitcases and one backpack.
Living alone is not all rosy, but I did learn to respect myself and to like my own company. I no longer feel down or angry for no good reason like how I was in my teenage years. I know enough to walk out when someone is bad news without trying to see beyond their flaws. I know how to feed myself and If asked what makes me happy I can give you numbers of things without catching a breath. Egg tart, writing, planning a trip, cat and glitter (without catching a breath).
I am suppose to tell you that living alone made me self actualized and be a grown up. Well, in some ways it does, like buying an extra lock for the house and taking travel insurance, but I still brought my power work suit home so my mommy can help to stitch the loose hem.
Living alone forced you to build your tribe, from the scratch. Your first person might no longer be your family. This is true to me because I live so far from them. I made friends, and they become my best friends. My in case of emergency persons. But recently when I had a chance to live with two of them. Ala F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I passed it. I love them. I love hanging out with them, but I want to live alone. I like alone. I like hanging out with myself. Hey, maybe it’s still kinda like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. And I am Ross instead of Monica.
My point is to try it. Try living alone. You will find a part of yourself, your awesome self that you didn’t know existed. Like the ability to eat burned meal or the courage to spend a weekend out on the town by yourself. This part could be a great asset. It is good. It is fun. You will also meet part of you that you are not so proud of, like eating cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the entire weekend. That part? Embrace it.
Okay, I got to wrap up now. My mom has been shouting lunch four times and the last one she shouted my full name.
Do you live alone or with your friends? Or have you ever lived alone? Do you miss it? Or do you hate living alone?