When I moved back to London in June, I knew that if I wanted to continue to live alone, I’d probably have to look for a place out in the suburbs; living somewhere more central would mean finding another person with whom to split the cost. I hadn’t flat-shared since early 2011, and it wasn’t a prospect I relished, but in the end I decided that I was willing to do it in order to be a bit closer to the action.
My flatmate is a nice guy, and I find it easier than I thought I would to inhabit the same space as another person. There are things I miss about living alone though. I miss not having to worry about the bathroom being occupied when I want to shower in the morning. I miss playing whatever music I like, late at night, safe in the knowledge that I won’t wake someone up in the room next to mine. And I miss just hanging out naked on a cold, wet Saturday evening, in those cosy, tea-filled hours between getting back from hockey and going out on the town.
This weekend, my flatmate is away. In his absence, I’ve taken a couple of luxuriously long showers; I’ve listened to all of my favourite songs on full volume; and, last night, as the rain fell outside my window, I stretched out on the sofa with a glass of wine and a book, to enjoy the moment properly…
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