Just something I am dwelling on today.
I lived alone for a short period when in my 20s. I quite liked it - it was a novelty to be able to do as I like. I worked full time and at weekends spent time with friends or would go and stay with my parents.
For the last few years I have been living alone with dd. So not completely alone but dd is still little. So I spend all my evenings alone and on weekends it's often just me and dd. Sometimes it's just me. That's not how I planned my life at all.
I can't say I am completely happy with my life. In fact I am considering making some huge changes to my life so that I can either live with my parents or live closer to them (they are very far away now) because work, a couple of friends and dd notwithstanding, I feel like I am slowly turning into a batty old lady (and I am not old yet!).
Is is just me or is it hard going?