“Don’t you get lonely?”
This is the first question people ask me when they find out that I’ve been living alone for the past few years.
It was also something that constantly played on my mind when I first took the plunge and ventured out on my own after house-sharing. “What happens if I don’t feel safe?”, “Who do I talk to when I come home from work?”, “Why aren’t there any recipes for single meals? I can’t keep eating the same roast pork every night for the next three weeks straight.”
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Voicing these (albeit slightly dramatic) concerns to my therapist, she suggested that instead of sitting on my couch every night under a blanket in fear, that I should instead just stay out.
She said that I’m not just moving into a new home, I’m moving into a new lifestyle and that lifestyle includes environments outside my four walls.
Taking her advice a bit too literally, I filled my calendar with events, dinners, long walks and (when I was really desperate) overtime work.
For five months straight, I was getting home around 10pm most nights and it dispelled my thoughts of loneliness because all I had time to think about was going to bed.
As you can probably tell, this little gig didn’t last long.