My mom went away for a week with her
boyfriend to Copenhagen, leaving me in the house alone. Here are a few things I
realised during that week:
1. I’m
not good on my own. I say I was alone, I had a friend stay with me for two
nights, one of which was a night out. And then nearly every other day I went
out or had people round, turns out I really don’t like an empty house.
2. I
wasn’t that scared at night. After having a night alone in my creepy university
house, my own home of 18 years wasn’t scary at all.
3. Bugs.
If I ever don’t live my mom I will need to live with someone that can get rid
of spiders and anything else that may crawl, because I cannot.
4. Something
I learnt at uni but was reminded of is that cooking for one unless it’s beans
on toast or pasta is near enough impossible, and expensive.
5. Living
alone does have its perks: walking around naked, can have people round whenever
you want without bothering anyone else.
6. Even
at 21 I still need my mom more than anyone else. Despite managing to have a
good week while she was away I missed her like crazy and was so glad to have
her back.
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