Croissants And Joggers.

As much as I love being back home with my family and friends, I miss living alone. I miss waking up on Saturdays with the realisation that I have no groceries and then dragging myself in my joggers to the grocery store to buy croissants. I miss my long tradition of picking up frozen pizza on my way back home on Fridays and then finally having time to myself with my pizza to catch up on my Netflix list. In the early days Kevin used to be a constant at my place on the weekends. I would fix us some dinner (pancakes!!) and then we would talk for hours until my eyes would start drooping.

In summer I would buy gelato from an ice-cream parlour near my flat, and take a long stroll around the town. I miss going out for runs out on the roads without having to listen incessant honking in the background. Every weekend I would contemplate on whether I could afford not going to the gym, and then almost always going.

There would be days, when I would make myself breakfast pancakes or waffles with some fresh berries, cream and coffee. Those days made me appreciate the luxury of living alone the most.
As sporadic as my travels are, my life always had a certain routine, which I liked. In the past few months I automatically started spending less, and thereby saving more for travelling. I found myself constantly looking up places to visit, or watching endless videos on how to save enough money for my trips.

One big change that I noticed taking place in the span of the last few months was that I started wanting to get rid of a lot of my belongings. I know, it does not sound like a big deal, but I had been a hoarder all my life. I wanted to save everything that had ever been a part of my life.
What I realised once I started travelling more is that I did not need so many tangible things to prove that something was a part of my life, all I needed were the intangible things.

Do not get me wrong, I still have a few things I would like to cherish. It's that I just do not have as many materialistic things that I hold precious anymore. Realising this has give me a certain kind of freedom. Freedom to believe in myself and the fact that the important things are not going anywhere.

So, as much as I love my old apartment, I am okay with the fact that it might actually be a while before I have an entire house to myself. It will happen, maybe, just not right now.