I live alone. It’s just me and my house which is on a small estate in a small village. For sure there’s a lot more freedom. I don’t have a partner that I need to work around, or hide things from. In that sense I don’t need to worry about leaving things laying around. I have gravitated to turning over my 3rd bedroom into a ‘Marti’ area – not that I have a massive wardrobe compared to some I know on here. Setting up a dedicated make up table and mirror is a logical next step. Just so long as it’s still usable as a spare bedroom I can retreat to when I (rarely) have a house full of visitors stopping over
I mention it in my profile. Lockdown was a game changer for me as regards loosening up towards dressing more often and less stressfully. Where I live everyone took covid and lockdown very seriously – now *that* was what I realise is a lot more ‘living alone’ than living alone. I could guarantee for the most part I wouldn’t be interrupted.
But moving on, I’m still closeted. And I’m still a social animal. That means that post lockdown visitors can drop by unannounced, friendly neighbours might knock on the door for something or other, the kids next door know to let themselves into the back garden if their ball comes over the fence, crikey I might even unthinkingly answer a random video call from my daughter who lives abroad. I also have two keyholders who in theory could let themselves in the house at any time. And I don’t really want to drive people away by never answering the door, or ignoring phone calls or demanding my spare keys back.
So although a girl is not totally out of the woods living alone, life is a lot easier, But just remember that proverb – the grass is always greener on the other side. In my case, living alone, I miss rolling over in bed for a welcoming cuddle and the simple little intimacies of a shared life.