Someone once told me that there is a certain feel-good feeling about a single girl getting into hot pink sheets at night. Mine are baby yellow, well worn-in, soft and cuddly from thousands of nights curled up with me.
Living alone is one thing, living alone is another. Both are gifts I have given myself - the most recent one has been too long in coming. So here I sit in a funny ponytail, writing the first, and probably shortest post, knowing I'll be sitting on my balcony later, reading Marian Keyes, sipping tea, and reveling in the fact that getting into yellow sheets, with no one else but me, is exactly where I am meant to be.
1 comment:
Hurrah! Good for you.
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