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Things I've Learned From Living Alone

Things I've Learned From Living Alone

It just so happened that the year after I graduated college, I ended up living alone. I still do! In fact, I’m writing to you now in my single bedroom apartment, in my sweatpants, completely alone. And it’s awesome. 

The world tells you that graduating from college is hard. Deciding where you’re going to live after graduation, well, that’s hard too. During my senior year in college, I knew I was moving to New York because I wanted to work in music. I was following passion over a paycheck, so I had to make cheap living arrangements. Home was an option for me, but not ideal because I can’t stand not having my own space. Luckily my grandma, my savior, offered up her adjacent extra apartment for just a little rent. I jumped at the opportunity to live next to her (side note: I love my grandma; we’re tight) and was packing my suitcase before she could say “one bedroom.” 

The only downside to this situation was that I’d be going from living in a college house with 8 of my closest friends to living entirely alone. I’m not great with “alone.” Whenever I was alone at college, I’d get nervous that I was missing out on something, so I’d pop over to a friend’s room or the house next door. That luxury didn’t exist in New York, where my closest pal would be, like, 50 blocks away.

A few months after graduation, I moved into my new one bedroom apartment. The first night there was strange. I felt like I was in a scene of a teen movie. Picture this: a movie montage of a teenage girl running around performing various tasks to keep herself busy, backed by the plucky tune of a pop song…then when the music cuts out, the girl exasperatedly sits down on her bed, sighs and looks around slightly confused. That was me

After the shock wore off that night, I read a book, played the guitar, and fell asleep. I did the same thing a few nights in a row, and I loved it. Fast forward to today; I wouldn’t live any other way. Having 40 hours of my week just with myself has already positively affected many aspects of my life. My sleep, my creativity, and my general state of happiness have improved. Spending so much time alone each week has pushed me to figure out what I like to do in my free time. I’ve discovered that I enjoy writing music, and that I’m really bad at guitar. Being alone also forces me to make actual time for my friends. Rather than a quick coffee or a hello on the way to class, we sit down and spend a couple of hours catching up. 

So, that’s my story.  I hope that it shows you that living alone may not be the worst thing for you! Contrary to what some people may think, the decision to live all by my lonesome has been the best one I’ve made so far in my post-grad life. Turns out, Beyoncé was right.

By Sydney Hard, 22

 

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