There's one thing that I always kind of regretted when I think back to the way my life panned out after college, and that was the fact that I never lived alone. I went straight from my parents' house to Wheaton, where their #1 mantra was COMMUNITY. I shared some pretty small living quarters with as many as four people during the years that I was there, and it was great. But once I graduated, I headed right back home to my parents', where I lived until the night before my wedding day. And the rest is history.
Though looking back, I wouldn't do anything differently (come on, I lived with my parents for FREE and it was awesome!) I think it may have been beneficial for me to learn how to balance my life as a single lady in a little apartment before getting married. Most of my friends have had that experience for at least one year of their lives, so part of me is jealous of that aspect of their stories.
Anyway, this past weekend, Walker was in Virginia, so I was home free for three nights. The first evening, I was pathetically lonely, feeling scared to be home alone and even getting a little weepy as I said goodnight to him on the phone. But by Sunday morning, I got his text at 10 AM saying that he was on his way and my internal response was, "already?!"
Don't get me wrong, I missed my husband and I was so excited when he walked in the door. That being said, though, I found two things that I loved during my time alone. Can you guess what they were?
The first thing was that the apartment stayed the way I left it. On Thursday afternoon, I scrubbed the heck out of every little nook and cranny and guess what? The sink stayed clean! The bathroom sink remained spotless! Crumbs were swept off the floor! There were no mysterious blobs of various liquids and gels on the counter! SO great!
And the second thing falls under the category of doing whatever I wanted to do. Like when I woke up on Friday, for example. My alarm goes off at 6 AM, and Walker usually snoozes in bed until 6:50 or so while I get ready around him. Well, without him in bed, I turned on all the lights and blasted music as I did my hair and makeup. It was awesome!**
What I ultimately realized was that though those two aspects were wonderful, they kind of aren't possible when you live with someone else, and I'd much rather have my husband than be alone. I was talking to some of the freshman girls from youth group on Saturday night and they asked me if being married was kind of like having a sleepover every single night with your best friend. I told them it's even better than that. In the grand scheme of life, all of those minor instances fade away. I'll gladly wipe up strange blobs of jelly and ice cream off of the counter on a regular basis if that means spending the rest of my life with Walker.
Did you ever live alone?
What's it like when your husband/significant other goes away for a few days?
**Walker claims that he wouldn't mind me playing music if that's what I wanted to do, but I just feel bad disturbing him!!