For the next 10 days I will be living by myself in an empty apartment. My roommate moved out two weeks ago, but I just returned yesterday from Miami to begin my solitude. To make matters more dramatic, I’ve already moved out of my current apartment as well. There is no bed, couch, chairs, desk, or anything. I only left behind a pan, chef’s knife, and two sets of silverware so that I’d be able to prepare basic meals during my purgatory, waiting to go to my next apartment on June 1st. If you’ve ever seen a movie where a man is foreclosed on and sulks on his empty homes floor the night before he must leave, that is what my apartment feels like. Just a blanket and pillow to sleep on in the corner of a massive bedroom – oddly, I’m feeling claustrophobic but from a space to large.
|I wish I had a chair|
Now, I’ll admit, it’s beyond lonely. This surprises me because I love having time to myself. If you were to venture back to my blog posts last October you would even find a whole article explaining how much I appreciate having time to myself. However, this living arrangement doesn’t feel like having time to myself, but more so solitary confinement.
There are two popular ways to handle a situation like this that I can see. The first, is to try to crash on as many friends’ couches as possible for the next ten days, since I cannot invite people to come crash on my floor with me. The second, is to rely on the one friend that always gives you the best comfort in the worst way whenever you are feeling sad or lonely, food. While most people would grab a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and turn on their favorite HBO series in my situation, that is not really my style (I prefer Talenti Gelato and watching YouTube videos). Therefore, yesterday I ran down to the supermarket to see what I could do with my kitchen set up – this is what I was able to come up with.