The word’s out: I’ve married myself a traveling man.
James’ job takes him venturing across the country on the frequent–so I’ve spent quite a bit of time on my own in our little home in the evenings. On his week-long trips I: work, go to class, play with girlfriends, paint my nails, and buy expensive gelato at the grocery store. A week is doable and typically only involves me pawning my “party of one” self off on my paired-off friends for a few nights at a time.
However, this time, he’s been gone for three weeks in a row. Three weeks, three weekends…21 days!
I have a girlfriend at work who’s husband is leaving for three months this summer, and when comparing traveling husband stories she stopped and asked, “I bet you learn some new things about yourself when you’re living alone.” I’d never thought about it that way–but now that she mentioned it, you can’t help but get to know yourself a little bit better when you’re spending more time with, well–yourself.
Some things I’ve discovered about myself during my husband’s hiatus:
1. I don’t use our living room or kitchen table–who wants to sit in an empty space with no company?
2. Because I sleep pretty still, I can keep laundry on half of my bed for a week at a time without it getting in anyone’s way
3. I subconsciously leave the shower curtain pulled back so I can easily see if a stranger is hiding in there when I get home
4. It feels good to miss someone a whole lot, sometimes
I came across this hilarious video the other day and had to share–I feel that it sums up my “living alone” experience pretty accurately (the laundry part=identical), what about yours, I’d love to hear your living alone stories!




















