- I don’t rush while shopping. Before moving, I rushed with…well, with everything. Life was one race against myself after the next. I’d literally time myself in the store and speedwalk from aisle to aisle. I mean, it was so bad folks that the greeter at Walmart once commented on how I was always in a hurry. (I’m not sure if it’s more embarrassing that someone noticed, or that I went to Walmart that often…?)
But now when I go shopping, rushing seems rather silly. Going shopping (we’re talking about grocery shopping here, just in case you wondered) has many benefits, like having a nice, safe place to take a stroll, being around a cacophony of people, and maybe having inspiration strike for a perfect meal to make. Plus, why rush home?
- Looking in the mirror before leaving the camper is a must. Growing up with three sisters right next to me in age, I always knew I had six eyes making sure I looked presentable. Now? Well, it’s just my little eyes and that means I have to be extra careful.
- I listen to a lot of audiobooks. While working? Yes. Washing my hair? Yes. Cooking? Yes. Getting ready for the day? Yes. See, I don’t mind silence – not at all. But when I’m the only voice in my cozy little camper for days on end it gets a little weird. So, audiobooks it is.
- Time has a different way of passing, and I often totally lose track of it. While living with a family, the doors opening and closing, people talking, meal times, and lights going on and off all help me be aware of what time of day it is. But living on my own? Sometimes I’ll literally have no clue what the range of time it even is. Is it 9:30 at night? Or midnight? Fun times, y’all.
- I’m not a handyman. Oh wait, I already knew that, but living on my own has rather highlighted the fact. For instance, I’ve slept on the couch the last two nights to avoid the leak over the bed from the incessant rain. There’s a good chance that fixing the leak would be easy, but the couch is comfortable, so….
- Unless I’ve just made a meal, “Letting the dishes pile up” means I have maybe eight items waiting in the sink. Yeah, that part of living on my own is preetttttyyyyy great.
- I make a lot more trash than I was hoping I did. I like to think of myself as frugal, and that includes being careful how much trash I produce. And, while I don’t over waste (whatever that means) I’m still looking for ways to cut down on how much I do throw in the trashcan.
- It takes a lot more ooomph to get certain things done. I think that also has to do with working more hours than I’ve done in the past, but it’s oh, so much easier to let things slide than when I’m in the zone at home.
- Doing every-day things all by myself is fine, even fun. But “simple” things like finding a post office may take me forever and a day.