Living Alone A Saga: Part 1

First off, I’m back! Sorry (to anyone who actually cares to read these) for the delay. A quick update on my life since I fell off the “blogging” grid (not sure if that’s a thing or not but let’s pretend like it is anyway). Well, I graduated from college, thank the Lord, and just moved back to Minnesota and started a summer/fall internship! Those are all topics to discuss in later posts so to wrap this recap up on my life I’ll say that everything is good!

Now for what your all here for, and by all it could simply be just my mom reading this worried that I’m not “quite adjusting” to the solo living life due to this post title. Mom, I’m all good. When I realized that I would be living by myself once I moved back to Minnesota I was somewhat excited. I mean if I really break it down I’ve had “roommates” my entire life. I wish I could say “whom-mates” like all twins get to say but unfortunately Ann and Todd dropped the ball on that one. Thanks guys for the no twin genealogy in our family.

BUT in all seriousness, I was excited yet a bit nervous to live alone. Everyone has different opinions about “when” is the right time to live alone and truly I think it completely depends on the situation you’re in at that given time in your life. The answer could be never, I honestly don’t know because I’m not you. I was fortunate that all the roommates I had in college happened to be my teammates and best friends and STILL are even after living with them. Suck on that stereotype. But if you want to know the secret I’ve discovered about myself in relation to “living alone” is the fact that I’m obsessed with talking.

Before you picture me talking to myself in an empty apartment and get worried…. I found a solution to this problem. SO, to fix this whole solo issue I talk to multiple people on the phone during various hours of the day. Let me clarify that this “habit” didn’t evolve because I found myself living well by myself because trust me I’m a talker. It may seem like basic knowledge or technology 101 but I’ve always liked keeping in touch with people and sometimes in order to do that you gotta make a call. Wow I just made something so simple sound like the hardest and most complex task known to man. Anyways, I call people.

I’ve always been chatty, hence my drunk alter ego being named Katherine aka chatty Kathy. Again, a story for another time. But I’m going to speak for my friends here, and I hope they all agree, I’m really good at keeping in touch with people and always call to check in. I think they appreciate it because it’s one less thing for them to have to do. And of course, they love hearing the sound of my voice but that’s beside the point.

Alright, so living alone hasn’t been so bad because let me tell ya I have A LOT of friends I can call (haha I had to be dramatic and throw in a sarcastic brag). But for real, I find myself almost exhausted by the end of the day that I dodge calls because my voice simply needs to rest (again joking… I’m sorry I’m on a roll). Okay but FOR REAL, I haven’t minded living by myself because it’s my space and place to decompress and days I crave social interaction I do it and others I don’t I re-watch The Office and die laughing alone in my apartment. But I’ll most likely call a friend following the laugh attach to pass it along.

-iKarli