The 37 is Mary Miller’s autobiographical story about riding buses and taking responsibilities — paying bills, rent, parking cars, steady relationships — as a twenty-something adult. 629 more words
Tags » Living Alone
Alone. Completely and utterly alone. That’s where I’m at right now.
S. and I share a “quitinete” which is the equivalent of a studio (with no oven but with a balcony), half a wall separating the kitchen from the bedroom, and two twin beds side by side (close enough that sometimes I wake up with S.’s leg on my bed). 734 more words
Hey there everyone! Tonight I’m writing this entry from OKC, where I just finished the Redman Half-Ironman. I’ll have my finish line report up this Tuesday with highlights of my third 70.3 race. 116 more words
Yes, you read it right: as of Wednesday, I have moved into my new little flat. I’ve not taken many photos yet, mainly because the only furniture I own so far is a bed, table, and mirror, but fear not – as I start to purchase more furniture I’ll be updating the blog with how I style each piece. 1,137 more words
Hey lovelies! A couple of my friends have asked me to blog about overcoming heartbreak and dealing with loneliness. Everybody deals with loneliness at some point in their life and everyone goes through times when their heart is completely broken or shattered. 817 more words