The Single Life: Day 7

I am enjoying these last few moments of silence before falling asleep in a bed that is entirely mine. I could get used to this. Aside from the occasional police siren which reminds me that I'm in New York, my quiet Brooklyn room feels like a world of its own.

At Day 7, it's disorienting to come home when it doesn't yet feel like home. But this place is growing on me a little more each day. Over the weekend I plan to paint my room a deep shade of Chelsea Purple. Fresh coat = fresh start? 

Sometimes when I daydream I think about all of the various turns my life could take in a matter of seconds...two weeks ago, I was still living with my ex, focusing on running to Whole Foods rather than addressing my feelings about the relationship. Now I'm ordering takeout nonstop and basking in the "me time" I so love. 

Goals for the week: serious girl bonding, room painting, reading, sleeping in -- and frankly my dear, not giving a damn.