I live alone. It’s my biggest luxury, especially considering that Vancouver rents are freaking expensive. There’s approximately $400 a month making the difference between happy solitude and roommate hell, and I pinch that $400 from other areas of life that matter oh-so-much less than having my little oasis. My home is my sanity, as is the case for many introverts.
I spend quite a bit of my free time at home, and I love every second of it. I feel like I’m banking mental energy for when I have kids and I have to to say good bye to privacy and autonomy.
Since this is the Labour Day long week-end, I have a bit more time to sleep, purr and be merry. And yesterday was a really good Sunday: no last-minute work for my part-time job, no emails from the editor, no annoying phone calls, house clean, laundry done, errands run, groceries and cooking for the week done. Why hello, delicious alone time!
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