Yes, I live alone.
In a tiny apartment.
You can’t fit more than 3 people in the living area “comfortably,” and I say “living area” rather than living “room,” because technically…
My living room IS my kitchen
and my kitchen IS my living room.
So when it’s dirty it’s my fault
and when I decide NOT to refill the Brita water purifier and put it back in the refrigerator empty… I have no one to blame but MYSELF.
And that’s perfect.
Perfect because it gives me the time to breathe.
Time to explore the one person who will always be there, for me.
A person you would never know because you may be too busy exploring HIM.
And while I hope it’s not forever...
And that one day I might like a kitchen that ISN’T also my living room…
I still can’t think of anything better to offer
than a whole, independent, ME
when they finally come knocking, on the door, of my tiny apartment.