I’ve had the house to myself for a few days. And for the first time in a long time (at least a whole decade). I lived alone for much of my adult life and, although I’m now very happily married, I do miss having my own space from time to time. The house feels different when there’s no-one else’s energy here. There’s a freedom that doesn’t exist when I’m not alone.
I’ve used this opportunity to Spring clean and declutter. It was on my list to do but having the house to myself, unexpectedly, made things easier.
It’s been a chance to exhale, to regroup, to see how much weight I’ve been carrying on my shoulders and to plan to live a different life in 2026.