The things I’ve learnt since living alone.

So a little life update from me: I’ve moved into a new flat and am living alone for the very first time in my life, which is both exciting and kinda scary! 

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I used to live with my cousin Emma, but after she decided it to start acting like a grown up and start saving for a house, I had to find a place to live on my own. Thankfully I found a lovely little two bed flat within a few weeks and after a VERY stressful moving in process, I’ve settled in nicely. A few lessons have had to be learnt along the way though and I’m going to share them with you: 

 

My mum is an actual angel.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be where I am without my mum. She’s always helped me out in more ways than I can count and I will be forever grateful! From packing up my bedroom and getting it sent up to Liverpool with only 24 hours notice, to sending me care packages with laundry detergent, I feel so lucky to have her by my side. 

 

You have to make more of an effort to socialise.

When I was living with Emma, I had someone to talk to all day every day but of course now when I get home, it’s just me myself and I and if I want to talk to someone, I’ve got to go out of my way to do so. I’ve found myself calling my mum a lot more often (which I’m sure she’s loving!), texting my friends more, making plans to meet up with people and generally just being a more present friend. I’ll admit that sometimes I have to force myself to make the effort to reach out, but I know that

 

It’s important to make friends with yourself.

Whilst I’m making more of an effort to meet up with my friends, I’m also trying to focus on being friends with myself and by that I mean getting more comfortable spending time alone. I know so many people who can’t bear doing anything by themselves, but when you live alone, it’s something that you’ve got to get used to pretty quick. I like to think I’m fairly good at this; I can go shopping, for coffee and even to the cinema by myself, but one thing I’ve always struggled with is going long periods of time without any form of social interaction. Weeknights I’m ok, but on a weekend where I haven’t made any plans I do start to feel the loneliness creeping in and generally just pretty miserable. It can be hard to motivate myself to do something other than just sit and scroll through Instagram and Twitter and something I’m looking to work at over the next few months. 

 

Spending hours in front of the tv does actually get boring after a while.

I know, I know I was surprised to learn this too, but it turns out that spending every night after work just sat watching tv is bloody boring. It’s really easy to fall into the habit and even harder to break. I always tell myself I’m going to go for a run, get to a gym class or do some yoga, but more often than not I’ve sat, put the telly on and suddenly it’s 10pm. If anyone has some tips on self motivation, please share them with me!

 

Adulting is hard work.

From setting up bills in my own name, to dealing with the fact that I didn’t have working internet in my flat  for over a month after moving in, it’s been a big learning curve. Previously I’ve had someone else taking care of things but now it’s all down to me and honestly it’s a responsibility I’m just not sure I’m ready to accept. 

 

I hate cooking.

Emma is a great cook and she loved getting in the kitchen and creating something tasty but for me, I honestly cannot stand it. I have a few basic dishes in my repertoire but there’s only so many times a gal can eat pesto pasta without starting to turn a little green! Recently though I bought a few easy cook books and have tried getting a bit more adventurous – I’ve even learnt to make a pasta sauce from scratch! I’m sure it won’t be long before I have my own pop up restaurant in the Baltic Market – watch this space!

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I’m sure there’ll be plenty more lessons along the way which I’ll be sharing with you here, but for now

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