It’s official, I’ve finally moved in. The past month was so overwhelming, trying to get everything in order, painting, moving, and assembling furniture, I couldn’t see the end in sight. While there is still a lot to get done in the flat, most of it will fall on my dad’s shoulders. It feels strange not having any other big project in the pipeline, and I had a mini existential crisis as a result of that yesterday. When that happens, I usually spend hours browsing online stores, to try and fill the gap with purchases (but thankfully, I’ve been very reasonable).
I guess it feels so surreal that I’m living alone now because I’ve been dreaming about having my own place for years. It also makes me feel nostalgic about my time in London because part of me would have liked to bridge the two dreams. But reasonably, I know I couldn’t have both. It’s also difficult to realize that I can’t have people over just yet, and also that some of the people I'm looking forward to inviting are on the other side of the ocean. Having dinner parties and overseas guests was what I was looking forward to the most. Fortunately, this should only be a temporary measure and one day I will be able to do all of these things.
The best part about finally living on my own is that I am responsible for all the decisions and I’m quite proud of how my moodboards turned out in real life. This apartment is a reflection of who I am, of what I like, and will eventually evolve with me as the years go on.
Do you live on your own? How does it feel at this point in time? Let me know your thoughts in the comments!
