I’ve been living on my own since May. It’s been a whole summer of T time. B and I moved in together in the spring of 2015 and we’ve lived together ever since. I had roommates every year in college and then lived at home before. I’ve never truly lived alone until now, but it’s been an incredible and healthy experience. There’s so many positive things that have come out of living alone, but it hasn’t all been rainbows and butterflies. Let’s get real, some things are amazing, but some things feel kind of pathetic and sad.
I have at least 2 full wardrobes of clothing I wore when I could fit in smaller sizes. There are enormous vacuum bags filled with clothes sitting in the back of my closet waiting for a day when I might fit in them again. I even have clothes packed up at my parent’s home in Florida just waiting for me.
Only half of them get used (Probably less). It’s easy for people to tell me “Well, you should donate the clothing that doesn’t fit.” I feel like unless you’re plus size or have ever experienced some kind of noticeable weight gain, you might not fully understand. I constantly hold onto the thoughts of “but when I lose weight I might want this.” And yeah, keeping staple pieces like denim and button up shirts for the future isn’t the worst thing, but what if I never do?
It’s about time we got personal again. I haven’t given you any kind of update in a few months and I thought I’d include a little collection of what I’m watching, reading, and listening to these days.