Sybilla Oritur

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Although in my deliriously happy mood yesterday i felt saddened that i couldn’t share the joy, i definitely think living alone is bliss. I like being able to do my dishes in the morning when i first get up without anyone judging me for being able to sleep with the mess or complaining about the pre-caffeine noise. I like wearing shoes in the house - even when they are wet from outside because “hell, i’m the one who cleans the stupid floors twice a week anyways!” I like hanging lingerie on the back of every piece of furniture to dry. I like making popcorn on my stove at 2am. I especially like walking from my bedroom to the shower wearing only flipflops.
I love how every mess is mine - and hence never disgusting - and how every mess took me time to create and nothing ever APPEARS magically. I love screening all my calls and lying in bed just because i feel like it. I love ice cream for dinner with no one the wiser.

However, when you’ve gotten some good news about an old friend coming to the town you are stuck in for the summer, had an excellent meeting with your advisor that made you feel like everything was on track, and walked up the prettiest street in all of Toronto staring at the tulips and blue bells in bloom - you wish there were someone at home to gush to about it.

Alas, you cannot have your cake and eat it too - though it does encourage you to call up a new friend and go walking through parts of town as of yet unexplored and drink beer on the swings at a park you didn’t know existed twelve hours before. Thanks for a pleasant evening Martin!