my experience living alone with 23 years
Hello steemit people.
Today I want to tell you a little about my experience living alone.
About 3 months ago or a little more, I moved alone. Alone not, well, with my two cats and my dog.
At the beginning I was very excited, the decoration, buying things, placing them. I was anxious to see everything ready and in its place, to take the animals and know everything.
When I arrived at the house and everything was ready, I did not know what to do
At the beginning, the place felt strange, I did not feel it, I suppose it is normal to arrive at something totally new. I felt lonely and did not want to spend many nights in a row without someone coming.
With the passing of the days I got used to the kitchen was my kitchen, the room my room and everything else.
I started to grab the trick to live alone.
To buy my things,
To be aware of cleaning
Cook
Animals
My clothes
To wash
To buy
Take out the trash
Collect
Scrub
Order
Pay bills
Everything stopped being a load faster than I thought. And I started to accept it and until today, I do not break my head for any of those things.
Everything I do at the time, I rarely accumulate things to do, I prevent all this to prevent the house from interfering with my studies.
I study two races, one in the morning, one in the afternoon.
I usually leave at 9am and at 6:30 am from the house, and I usually arrive at 8:30 pm.
The works of the universities I leave almost always for the weekend, during the week I try to be relaxed so as not to obfuscate myself and to be able to attend classes quietly.
When it's weekend anyway I get up early: 6:30 am maybe 7am.
The first thing I do is grab a book, notes, whatever, and start studying.
The routines I have created them according to my needs, sometimes they bore me, sometimes I do not want to be that Saturday is the house and I want to leave. Also sometimes I can and sometimes I can not.
Sometimes I want to sleep more, sometimes I want to sleep less.
And sometimes routine also makes me sick.
I create a routine even to eat, almost always as the same since I prepare the weekly meal, I do not have time to be making lunches every day.
By the end of the week I want to throw that food out the window and never eat it again.
It is also possible to do a very similar one for the week that follows.
The problem with the routine is that when you no longer tolerate it, your world collapses and it seems that you are about to undergo a metamorphosis.
I have not suffered that metamorphosis yet, but I feel in every muscle of my body as it approaches. And yes, I am afraid of losing my routine and needing a new one.
I really enjoyed reading about your experience. It seems like you feel comfortable in your current situation but are heading towards a crash. You describe your life as a routine that you try not to break, but what is clear is that freedom, flexibility and improvisation are very much needed. You should try to fit in your study during the week, work hard, yet not too hard to the point where you are exhausted, and then when the weekend comes, you should follow your intuition and do what you desire - some days it might be more study, some days not. Do not force yourself to do things which are creating misery and chaos in your life.
Overall, I think that you've managed to grasp living alone very, very well. It's awesome. Do everything you can to not let your world collapse.
:)