
This is my last week in my apartment in downtown Chicago. On Saturday, I leave for California where I’ll spend some quality time with my family before the wedding. And when I return to Chicago, I’ll be moving into Mr. Jasmine’s apartment.
I’ve lived in my current apartment for almost two years. It’s a tiny studio right where the Chicago River meets Lake Michigan. It’s cluttered and the bathtub drain always clogs. My small closet is overflowing with clothes and shoes. I eat, sleep, and entertain all in the same room. But the view is breathtaking. And over the last two years, it’s really become home.
It’s going to be strange moving into a new place. For one thing, I can no longer engage in my “secret single behavior“, as Carrie Bradshaw would say. No more blasting 80s tunes in the morning while I dance around in my nightie. No more eating microwave popcorn for dinner while catching up on an America’s Next Top Model marathon. I’m going to miss having my big queen size bed all to myself. And I’m going to miss monopolizing all the space in the closet.
But despite all the change, I’m thrilled to share a place with the man of my dreams. As much as I’ll miss my apartment, I’m excited to make a home with Mr. Jasmine.
What will you miss most about living alone?
I’m going to miss my bathroom… I’m not a good bathroom sharer.