Although I haven’t done much physically on the house hunting front, one thing that I have been doing is preparing for the big move, no matter how distant it may be. And by “preparing” I mean “doing a lot of thinking about it, and not so much pavement pounding and open house attending.” My darling siblings have expressed to me at different times their concern that I will probably become a shut-in, going from a family of six spirited beings living in one house to a family of one living alone. I think it’s their way of saying “Please stay! I’ll miss you ever so much, big sis. I didn’t realize how much you mean to me until I’ve been forced to contemplate your leaving the family nest.” Sniff sniff, sob sob.

(Although I haven’t seen a single tear, or heard a muffled sob, I know their inner turmoil runs deep.)

When you combine the above with the fact that most of my friends have moved on to The Next Level (that would be boyfriend, husband, kids), I know that even when I do eventually settle into my home sweet home, my friends will not be as available to hang out with me as often as I think they will be. If they can come, they’ll bring their adorable children (who will be very welcome) but said munchkin will no doubt determine the time they’ll have to depart. Or, if they want an evening sans child(ren), then a babysitter will have to be found, and this might be a hassle and expense that is deemed not worth it. This means is I’ll have to come up with things to do. And, I have:

I’ll become one with my local Starbucks
This will hopefully have the benefit of helping me leave my single state behind too. Armed with a laptop, I will be sure to get my blog on outside of my pad because we all know that if not, I will become a hermit, blogging about how lonely I am. So, I intend to visit the local coffee shop, order a coffee (I won’t be able to afford anything but a plain coffee) and sit there with my laptop, nursing my beverage and looking mysteriously smart and sexy as I type away. As a bonus, people will think I’m working on my dissertation and that I’m therefore brilliant, an impression I won’t mind encouraging.

I’ll become an amateur interior designer
Right now, when my mom comes to me for my opinion on the appropriate colour to paint any walls, I prefer she come to me with a list of finalists for me to pick my favourites from. This is because I don’t have a strong opinion on actual colours, but I do on shades, apparently. However, with my own abode, hopefully I’ll have an idea of what I want. And if I don’t, I’ll have lots of reading and deliberating to do, and this time I’ll be the one going to a family member for their opinion on shades. I must admit I’m really excited about decorating a place that is mine, all mine.

I’ll get a fit body
I plan to lose at least 50lbs by around this time next year so in order to do that, I will have to devote some of my time to working on said body. Granted, I’ll have to devote more time to learning how to cook healthy food and getting over my sugar addiction, but hopefully the time alone will be spent focusing on becoming fit and not on stuffing my face with candy from Walm@rt, which will be (in)conveniently close to my home (if I end up moving to the area I’ve been looking at).

I’ll become a devotee to a show I missed the first time around
I prefer the computer to the tv screen, but I would like to see if I could become devoted to a show like some are, and lost in the lives of some fictional characters. I don’t mind watching American Idol or So You Think You Can Dance, or even Dancing with the Stars, but when it comes to shows about made up people/characters, I’m at a loss. I remember when Grey’s Anatomy was the “do not miss” show, and my coworkers would be talking about what happened the previous night at work and they’d be so into it. I’d like to see what that feels like.

And yes I realize that many of these things would lead my siblings to think I’m sobbing into my pillows every night, while clutching my laptop and the phone to my bosom but I’ll know better.

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