Apart from that very short post on Sunday, I have been a bit on the quiet side when it comes to blogging. Well that is because I have taken a fairly big step and a leap into adulthood. I have finally taken the plunge and moved in on my own.
Yup, that’s right I now live all on my own, in a small one bedroom apartment. There is no one to greet me as I get in the door from work, no one to ask me how my day was and no one to watch crap on TV with. On the plus side, there is no one to ask me stupid questions, no one making a mess and no one to judge me on said crap television choices.
At this stage I’ve heard it all. Won’t you be scared? Won’t you be lonely? It’s really expensive! But thankfully I have also heard from people who love the peace and quiet, the independence and the freedom. Well, I’m giving it a go and if I like it great, if I don’t I’ll move in with people again.
So my reasons for moving out on my own were pretty simple. I felt like I needed a change from my old shared accommodation and I didn’t feel like moving in with strangers again. I like the idea of coming home to a place the way I left it, being able to have my things not confined to one room and being able to stew in the odd bad mood when I need to without having to explain myself to anyone else.
Here I am a couple of weeks in, living in a one-bedroom apartment and quite frankly I’m loving it! I’m nearly done putting my finishing touches to make it my home rather than just the place where I live and I’m enjoying getting into a routine.
Of course I’m cautious about getting into a rut and becoming a bit of a loner but this month is pretty busy so I don’t have much time to dwell on that. And you never know this might be just the push I need to join that class I’ve been talking about since moving to Waterford nearly a year ago or god forbid I may even join the gym! Oh god, does this mean I’m a grown up now!?!