The Wonderful Realities of Living Alone | London Life
So I’m single, twenty-three and living alone in a studio flat I don’t have to share. That means: my own bathroom, my own kitchen, own living area and own bed.
I get to do SO MUCH I wouldn’t do anywhere else.
Here are some of my favourites. #NoShame
- I can walk around naked and not worry about having to rush for clothes
- I can have a shower in the middle of the day. Two, if I want.
- Bed or sofa? Is a genuine decision I make every night.
- Drinking begins at whatever time of day I please
- My audiobooks play aloud for most of the day
- I can cook whatever I like and not have to worry about upsetting the vegan, poisoning the lactose intolerant housemate or stinking out the kitchen with the poached fish smell
- I can attempt yoga in the middle of my room and it doesn’t matter if I make a fool of myself – there’s no one to see!
- Furniture is not just what it says on the tag: a stool is not just a seat, but a table, tray and shield for whenever I hear a bump outside my door. Or see a spider. A bed is a trampoline. A sofa is a wardrobe.
- I can hang my bras from door handles or draped over the side of the sofa – wherever I happen to take it off – and not have to freak out when I hear someone coming up the stairs
- I can fart. Anywhere. Anytime.
- The cleanliness of the flat is exactly how I want it
- You can stock the fridge with whatever you like – prosecco, brie and prosciutto anyone?
- I don’t have to hide my love of Harry Potter — I’m talking pillows, cushions, magnets, throws, pictures, posters and mugs.
- I can watch whatever I like on my… well, laptop. Sounds a little risque doesn’t it? I actually mean a Merlin marathon, but okay.
- I don’t have to get dressed at the weekends if I don’t want too.
- Every day is a pamper day – face mask on, feet in a bowl of a warm water, candles, music. Heaven.
- I get to invite who I want into my space. No more housemates late night booty call or creepy older brother. (Uni days were so much fun). My space, my friends.
- I get to invite my friends round for drinks and/or dinner! This makes my brownie-self very happy.
- The only person I have to fight for the bathroom is the bathroom door – it sticks.
- My space is exactly that, my space.
There are, of course, some not-so-wonderful realities of living alone as well: more expenses, no sharing of bills, no sharing of cleaning, no conversation upon arriving home, more reliance of self-entertainment and the general idea that for most of your time you are alone.
But for a loner – which I’ve nearly always been – the pros certainly outweigh the cons. It’s even encouraging me to be more social than when I was flat-sharing.
Let me know your thoughts on living alone. Would you want to? Comment down below.