Admit it, you love yourself.

“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.” – Bell Hooks

I’ve found a job.

A job that is keeping me terrifyingly exhilaratingly busy.           

I do 10 hour shifts 5 days a week, in heels with no breaks and somehow I keep smiling even when customers ask me if I am British.

I need to find an apartment now, I know that the easiest thing to do would be to find a shared apartment but I just can’t. Or I won’t?

Living alone is crucial to my happiness. I need my “me” time. Time to decompress after work. Time to be blissfully quiet and UGLY.

Girls know what I am mean by UGLY, those precious few moments when you get home and your bra goes flying off you pull your hair back and scrub the city from your face. Those moments are liberating they are what I live for.

I can’t do that in front of other people.

Living with other people is tough you can’t walk around naked. You have to sneak in at 4am drunk giggly and completely absurdly starving and make the crucial decision whether frying up some bacon will be a very very good idea or a very very bad idea. Coupled with this you’ve got to be quiet because its probably a Tuesday night and you don’t want your room mate to wake up grumpy and return the pleasure at 7am.

 I applied for a place today and I don’t want to get excited but I thought I would look at some apartment inspiration. Don’t judge me it’s my porn.