Living on my own for the last few months has been what I can only describe as a self-growth experience; one that began with, admittedly, some shaking and crying. Though to be fair, I was left in a condo without any furniture and all I had was a chair, my TV and all my moving boxes so it was a traumatic awakening to say the least.
Now I have adjusted and I do enjoy it.
There’s no one to judge my impromptu dance parties
Sometimes, I will blast Robyn’s Dancing On My Own and pretend I’m on Girls, pulling out the ridiculous dance moves that had anyone seen me doing would probably die of laughter. But who cares? No one can see me! I actually started doing this because my upstairs neighbour is apparently an elephant who does Irish jigs and I’m not sure if they are stomping or just have an incredibly heavy tread, but I discovered that the only way to drown out their sounds is to have dance parties. Their stomping even supersedes the sound coming from the TV.
I recommend you dance like an idiot to your favourite song, even if you do live with people. Dancing should be a judgement free zone anyway.