Sitting in my very first place having my first solo meal…I have to admit it’s kind of surreal.
I’ve had solo meals while living away from home in the past, but I was always in student housing which isn’t exactly ‘being on your own’ if you know what I mean. This time is an entirely different animal though. I’m on a lease, the internet is in my name, I have the numbers of both our landlord and handyman, AND I’m registered with the HOA.
It’s full on adulting time. Out of the nest. And it didn’t hit me until I started reheating my dinner.
My lovely partner’d found reasons to stay every night since the move in, but ultimately had to go, thus leaving me to my first night alone.
I keep looking back to my cat sleeping on a recliner I managed to snag and every time he’s still there- snoozing away. He’s not going anywhere because it’s just us. Even after I finish eating and cleaning he only perks up at the sound of dishes being put away. When I head to bed he trots along, hopping up to take my partner’s side. His head is snuggled against my side as I type with his little snores filling our space.
His first few days were a bit stressful, but he finally seems at ease. So at ease in fact, that he’s gone back to sleeping perpendicular (special thank you to the power of foresight for upgrading to a larger bed).
All in all it’s a new chapter and while it may not be starting in the best of global circumstances…it’s starting all the same and it’s mine.