I’ve lived in the new house for a little over a week now, and there is one question that seems to keep coming up.
“So, it’s just you?”
The man who came to turn on the gas asked me. The little old ladies at the Lutheran church asked me. The cashier making small talk at Wal-Mart asked me. The friends I haven’t really kept up with asked me.
Everyone wants to know if it really is just me living in this house.
Of course, it reminds me of an episode of Sex and the City. Miranda buys her first apartment, and is constantly asked that same question.
So, it’s just you?
Yep. Just me.
Such a big apartment to buy for just you.
I have a lot of shoes.
Maybe the boyfriend will move in?
No boyfriend. Just me.
So my answer to everyone who asks is the same.
Yep. Just me.
Well, me and Coco.
And I’m ok with that right now.
Unlike Miranda in that episode, I’m not having panic attacks. Maybe because I’m just renting? 
But really, I’m enjoying my new place instead of panicking. I’m decorating however I want. Pink accents in the bedroom, shabby chic French guest room, feminine étoile through the whole house. Because I can! I don’t need permission to buy a new comforter or curtains. I don’t need to leave room in the dresser or closet for someone else. I can arrange the kitchen exactly how I want.
That’s what I’m focusing on now. Enjoying where I am. Enjoying my singleness, instead of worrying it will last forever. Enjoying living alone, instead of wishing someone was here to eat dinner with me.
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The future will come. God willing, I’ll meet someone eventually.
Today, I’m going to take a deep whiff of the flowers I bought for myself and look out the kitchen window. I’m going to soak in the day. And be happy exactly where I am.
Lovely post. Enjoy your new place!
Thanks, Andrea!
I am 32 and single – I just revamped my entire apartment, including painting all my rooms. After stepping back and surveying my new lilac bedroom, I realized that I officially realized my childhood dream of living in a “purple princess room”. More than one of my married girlfriends have been jealous…this is definitely something that husbands tend to frown upon! I love my room and the freedom to do whatever I want with the rest of my place too!
That’s funny that you mention painting your bedroom purple. My husband, car guy and martial arts enthusiast, once suggested we paint our bedroom purple. More grape than lilac, but purple none the less. I thought he was joking, but he was serious. I was the one who wasn’t sure about the purple.
Of course now that it is old granny looking floral wallpaper with blue trim on the doors, windows, and baseboards, purple looks like a great choice!
Haha, I painted my room purple in high school! Loved it
Great post! I’m at the opposite end of the spectrum (20-something living in parents’ house). Just can’t (or won’t)cut myself off from saving on rent, homecooked dinners most of the time, on-site laundry, etc… Part of me is mildly embarrassed that I still live with parents, but whatevs, it is what it is. Having a house all to yourself sounds really cool, minus mowing the lawn when it’s 105.