For the first time ever, I live alone. This is my place. I adore it. A studio with everything I could ever need. Especially now that I have electricity! (It took awhile... and there were some mistakes made... but hey, it's here now!)
I had always wanted to live alone but never found myself in the situation in which I could or would. When I returned back to Mantova I had decided that the time was now or never. Domi and I are getting married in less than a year (!) which means that if I don't live by myself now, I won't have the opportunity again, especially since I definitely want to stay with him forever after we're married...
In any case, my apartment is right in my favorite Piazza here in Mantova. Across the Piazza is a gorgeous church, whose bells ring the hour every hour and, especially on Sundays, often go off on musical jaunts.
I'm in love. I really am liking living alone. I take care of myself and if things are messy it's of my own making, but since I'm not messy things rarely are. Domi comes to visit when he can and since it's just for the weekend, the messes he makes are live-able. The weekends we spend together are pretty much idyllic, since we're so happy to be with one another.
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I have all these lofty ideas for artistic projects that I want to do. I think, hey, I'll keep this train ticket and this cardboard box that held my tea and I'll make some amazing multi-media art piece.
Or, I'll start knitting something and think, hey I'm going to make an amazing knitted article of clothing. I don't know what yet, but it's going to be fantastic.
Hmmm...
I love to draw. I love to knit. Perhaps, however, I am not the best artist I know. I now know, after many years, that as much as I love to knit, I am not the best knitter I know.
That's not a problem – it's not a competition. I am, however, quite good at sewing, especially embroidering and crafting and such. I very much enjoy these activities.
So. I have some new projects planned. Spiffing up some old clothing I have, making some Christmas presents... all things I can do that I will be happy to do, and that I think people will enjoy.
There you go.
I'm so happy for you! I got my place back in July of 2007, and I lived alone for just about two years before Will moved in. Living alone was great - it taught me a lot about my living habits...particularly that I'm not as superfreak neat as I thought I was! Uh oh...I live alone. Whose fault is it that those dishes are still in the sink? I guess that was me. Whoops. No roommate to blame.
ReplyDeleteIt was fun to have the whole place to myself (though Will lived nearby and came over a lot). I loved decorating and knowing that I didn't have to check with anyone else about their tastes. And the whole not-my-roommate's-mess thing was great.
Now we live together (in "my" place, still mostly decorated how I had it), and it's great. All great.
:) I like your philosophy on knitting. It's similar to mine, and to that of Crazy Aunt Purl (a blogger I love). It is not a competition, so just knit for fun!
xoxo