So, it’s been a month now since I moved out and living solo again. There’s no cat this time, tho, literally just me. But I’ve got the essentials now: a stove, a fridge, and even a washing machine, which probably means I’m staying put… unless I feel like dealing with Facebook Marketplace and convincing someone to buy all these bulkies or dragging them back home and turning my family’s kitchen into a twin version of IKEA.
Living
alone is still kinda hard just like I remembered. The good news is, I came in
more prepared this time, so I’ve been able to focus more on the ups than the
downs. But man, those quiet, creepy nights are still haunting me. Sometimes I
sit there doing my things and thinking if that was just me or someone actually standing
behind me.
Funny,
right? I’m obsessed with creepypasta and horror stories, but I still get
spooked way more often than I’d like to admit. Please tell me I’m not the only one.
Unlike
last year, I’m basically living in the middle of nowhere now. Picture this:
forests, rice fields, and a really long road that even Maxims charged me double
just to get me to see my mum. But hey, I’m not complaining. It’s kinda wild,
yeah, but totally worth it.
When
things are great, you’d probably catch me singing and dancing like a total crackhead
swiping the floor half-naked. But on the flip side, there are those gloomy days
where I don’t feel like doing anything. Not even roll out of bed.
Honestly, I can’t thank the universe enough for sending me good people. Like, those two besties and my manager that shows up in my inbox every day just to check up on me. And my man, he doesn’t miss a day either. He somehow makes it all okay in a snap when things feel heavy. But sometimes, though, I take it out on him. Like last time when he was just trying to get some sleep, there I was picking up a fight because I had a bad day. And trust me, I'd be lying if I said I don't feel bad about that.
Lately,
I’ve noticed something kinda funny. I think I’m slowly turning into my mum.
See, I’ve started saving plastic bags ‘for later’ and collecting those disposable food
containers ‘just in case.’
And those McDonald’s take out tote bags too, don’t even get me started. I keep collecting them because hey, eco-friendly grocery shopping, right? Except… I always forget to bring them. So there I am, standing at the checkout, making that guilty smile as I nod when the cashier guy offers me yet another eco tote I absolutely didn’t need.
