Lyndsay shares her first entry to her Solo Living Diary. Living alone was not a choice, and after a painful relationship breakup, her living alone experience started with being heartbroken and soon after, the pandemic struck. One year on, Lyndsay shares how far she has come in her living alone journey and how much things have changed.
Well, January marks my one year anniversary since I bought my house and started living alone. Ten months of this experience has been during the pandemic. There have been high points and low points. Moments of sadness I want to release out into the universe and moments of clarity I wish to hold onto forever.
I didn’t choose this; I didn’t choose to be in my thirties and living alone. Living alone was never part of my life plan. I was the victim of circumstance, of decisions I had no part in, of someone deciding they just didn’t love me anymore.
However, amidst the emotional chaos surrounding a breakup, I realised moving back home to live with my parents full-time made me feel trapped. I needed the space to grieve without someone asking me if I was okay. I wanted to be able to wallow in my misery where no one could see and to cry whenever I felt the need to.