How – HOW – is it the end of the year already? Dude. It’s freaking November.
So when I look back at the last eleven months, I start to wonder exactly what I’ve done with the year. I guess the biggest thing I accomplished in 2018 was living on my own for the very first time without burning the apartment down or setting off any alarms. I spent the first thirty-five years of my life living in my family home with my parents, so taking the leap into home ownership was a massive awakening for me. As of December 9, 2018 I’ll have been living on my own for exactly one year.
I feel like I blinked and missed something. Surely, it can’t already have been a full year that I’ve been on my own? I honestly don’t think I’ve done enough in one year’s time to qualify as a legit homeowner. It almost seems to have been too easy, y’know? Like, what did I miss? Did I forget to do something? Surely I’ve missed something — ANYTHING.
Living alone has been equal parts wonderful and harrowing. The solitude, peace and quiet has been amazing for someone as introverted as me, but the bills and payments piling up has been startlingly eye-opening. Literally all of my money is flying out of my bank account at break neck speed and I’ve had to get used to the fact that I cannot just buy things off of Amazon anymore willy-nilly. First world problems, I know.
Seeing as how there’s really only one more month left in 2018, I’ve kinda promised myself that I would take things slower and try to appreciate every single day because there are times that I don’t even really pay attention to what’s happening around me. I find myself taking time – and life – for granted. I don’t want to do that anymore. I’m too old now to think that I’ll live forever and that I’m untouchable.
What have you done with your year? Have you started making plans for next year yet? Or are you content in just taking the rest of 2018 day-by-day and seeing where it takes you?