Weekends away always get me thinking about how a few years of living on my own made me appreciate a silent and empty flat. Years ago when I moved into the first flat of my own I had a really hard time with it. I was used to shared flats and at least one other person around, so the sudden silence was quite scary. After the first six months I was ready to throw in the towel and started looking for a new flat share. To cut it short, I didn’t find one and ended up in a bigger flat in a nicer part of town where I still live -now happily- on my own. I think I turned into a bit of a hermit 😉 after all those years and I’d find myself quite unwilling to compromise if I were to share a flat again, I’m afraid…
What I’ve come to appreciate most about my own space are small things; like getting up as early as I want and make tea without tiptoeing around, coming back into a tidy flat after a long day at work (providing I managed to tidy up in the morning 😉 ), cooking and cleaning exactly when, how and what I like.
Sometimes it’s nice to be a bit hermit-y 🙂
Random searches for ‘solitude’ and ‘solitary’
- Visuals: here and here
- Books: click!
- Blogsphere:I found this post – though it deals with a more physical and slightly different aspect of being on one’s own – very interesting
What about you? Do you like to be alone?
* a lovely song by Wilco from their last album