I forgot how nice it is to have a day off just to yourself. The boyfriend is out of town, and I stayed home to accomplish things, particularly finding a new place to live and writing my 15-page thesis paper. At first I thought I’d just be sad that he’s not here, and I am, but mostly I’m just enjoying the time to myself. I’ve gotten a lot done, from apartment hunting to spring cleaning. I’ve also just had time to sit in silence, to dance in the mirror while trying on old clothes, to rock out with myself. I love my life. It used to be that I wasn’t happy in general and I tried to make the fun times with others continue to avoid being alone with myself. Now, I have friends, a great relationship, and a mostly-settled life, but beyond that, underneath the exterior and social stuff, I’m also content with myself. I now relish time alone with my thoughts, and that’s new and awesome.
