Hello sweet readers, it’s Emily here, and guess what? I’m still part of this blog! I have been gone for almost three weeks now and I feel the need to apologize to you profusely and tell you how much I missed you…but I’ll spare you and just hope you guys forgive me. I was gone on a vacation with my husband (which Steph so kindly explained here) and then I was having to take care of getting our lives back on track…. but I’m back now and I’m so happy to be writing again. A big fat thank you to Steph, who took over this blog like a champ these last few weeks even though she just started a new job. That girl is my soul mate.
So anyway, the tables have turned a bit now and Steph is swamped with work and errands so I’m doing Monday Memoirs today :) Here goes:
Have you ever lived alone? If so, did you/do you like it? How was it different from your living situation now? If you’ve never lived alone, what would you do differently living by yourself compared to how you live now?
First off, I have never lived alone. I can never decide if I wish I had at one point or if I’m happier living with other people, but I do think about it from time to time. When I moved down to San Diego for the first time for college I was already in my junior year, so the dorm room days were not an option. I moved in with some friends of a friend and shared a room with one other girl. I didn’t mind living with other people but I wasn’t super close to the girls I lived with so it wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, either. I spent a lot of time at Kirby’s house. When Kirby and I decided to move in together it was mainly because living with those girls wasn’t the best situation, so I needed to find a place to be asap. At the time I never thought I would live with a guy until I was married, but that quickly changed once I was basically living out of my car. We got an apartment together and it was the best thing EVER. There was no adjustment period, no conflict in our styles (other than a heinous island painting that Kirby had bought several years earlier…it got banished to a closet once we moved in together) and it immediately felt comfortable and meant to be. We had such a great time in that little apartment, and we have so many fun memories there of hanging out with good friends, dinner parties, getting engaged, and having the time of our lives. I never thought about wanting to live by myself because it was so much fun living with Kirby!
our little condo
Once we grew out of that tiny one bedroom apartment, we moved to the two bedroom condo we live in now, and I’ve had fun making it feel more like an ‘adult’ place. our bar
I think I would have more of a desire to live on my own if Kirby wasn’t so easy going with how I wanted to decorate. He’s always down for whatever new thing I want to try (with the exception of a BEAUTIFUL floral couch I found on craigslist that would have been the perfect statement piece…he didn’t agree). I’m a pretty creative person and Kirby fully supports me when I want to paint our walls crazy colors or spray paint everything gold. I think if I was living on my own there would be more pink and florals and teacups strewn about, but I’m surviving without all that, I promise. I spy with my little eye lots of gold things…
I definitely try to play with a mix of masculine and feminine styles, but I realized I actually just like that, so it’s not really a compromise. Kirby is also clean and tidy and appreciates our house looking good, so that makes it easier too. Notice how I’m mainly just talking about living with Kirby and not just living with people in general…I’ve been living with him since I was 19, so this is my life.
I think if I lived by myself one thing that would be different is my schedule. When you live with someone there’s some accountability for your actions, especially when they’re your spouse. It’s like, “Why yes, I have been on the couch all day and I haven’t put on real clothes for the past 72 hours… DON’T JUDGE ME.” My friends and I joke that Kirby is like having a golden retriever because he’s high energy and gets antsy pretty easily if we haven’t done anything epic lately. Typical text convos between Steph and I go as follows:
Steph: “What are you doing today?”
Me: “I’m reading magazines on the couch and watching Netflix in my pajamas and it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Steph: “Sweet! I’m doing the same thing and it’s awesome.”
Me: “Yeah I would stay here all day but Kirby is looking at me from across the living room with sad/bored eyes. I need to take him for a walk soon…”
I’m not gonna act like this is bad thing though, because most of the time the outside world turns out to be more interesting than my couch (who would have thought). But it does sound nice to me sometimes to just get to do whatever I want whenever I want. Steph had a little studio for awhile and she told me how nice it was to just not have to worry about anyone else and do her own thing. I think I would love that for about a week. I would be like, “Wow! Look at me! I do what I want! No one cares! I’m freeeeeeee!!!!!”. Then after my week of “freedom” I would be like, I need someone to cuddle with and I’m BORED. My one disclaimer is that if I’m making it sound like Kirby bosses me around and tells me what I can/can’t do, that is the opposite of the truth. It’s more that when you live with someone you have to take them into account, too (aka a relationship). I’m happy with living with the hubbs, even if it does mean a little compromise :)
So in conclusion: I’ve never lived by myself but if I did I would paint my walls pink and hang out in my bed/robe for more hours than what is socially acceptable.
Next weeks prompt: What do you like about living in your current city? Dislikes? Do you want to stay there? Where do you see yourself ending up/settling down, if anywhere?
I hope you all have a great week! You’ll finally be hearing more from me now whether you like it or not ;) Happy Monday!