Long time readers of This Northern Gal will probably remember Sam, my BFF. She has a tendency to appear on this old blog a lot, and has even shared her thoughts on here before. Today, she is back with another guest post! Enjoy!
As many of you will have no doubt guessed, after university Kelly went back t’North. I, on the other hand, decided to venture a bit further south to London. Not only did I move between polar opposites, but I also decided to do this on my own.
The past year has definitely been a journey of self-discovery (mostly because I have had to spend a lot of time with myself), and a year of revelations. So, as my year in London is coming to an end, I thought I’d share my words of wisdom with you.
So, without any further ado (drum roll, please), here are 5 things I’ve learnt from my past year of living alone in London:
1) I am a terrible cook. Or perhaps I should say I have little interest in cooking. I thought living on my own would have encouraged me to awaken my inner culinary talents, but sadly the dust has very much settled on both my ambitions and my cooker. I do intend to be able to cook more than a piece of toast one day, but it seems even solitary confinement cannot persuade me at the moment.
2) There is no supernatural creature hiding under your bed. This was a difficult one to get over, and it extends past more than just the gremlins under your bed. When you’re alone, your fears don’t magically disappear, but you do realise that the only person who can save you is you. So, when that spider comes a-knocking, or when you accidentally watch a scary movie past your bed time, you have to roll up your sleeves and tackle it yourself, even if that means using a broom as protection.
3) Alone does not mean boring! Just because you are alone, doesn’t mean you have to sit at home and miss out on the good stuff. If you want to go to a museum; go to a museum. If you want to see the latest show? Go and see it! Just because you don’t always have someone to go with shouldn’t stop you, and sometimes it’s refreshing to take yourself out.
4) People aren’t going to come to you. I was very lucky at university; I had a close-knit set of friends that I spent almost every waking hour with. I didn’t have to try to socialise – everyone was already there. This did mean I became lazy though and I had forgotten how to socialise with new people by the end of university. I had to learn how to put myself out there again, and finally say yes to going out for drinks, rather than hiding at home in bed with Netflix.
5) You can do it. Someone once told me that adulthood doesn’t mean suddenly knowing everything, it’s the ability to learn from your mistakes. The more mistakes you make, the more you learn, and I have definitely had my fair share! But I tried to learn from them and
hopefully do better next time. The first step is always the hardest, but it does get easier, and you never know you might even start to enjoy yourself; I know I did.