On the subject of Easter
Apr. 9th, 2006 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kribbanI saw the flat. I wasn't planning on making a bid, but I wanted to see it. It wasn't that nice and had no balcony, so I'm glad I didn't.
Easter is coming up next week. The last Easter I was single was in 1998 when I was in high school and living with my parents. Talk about going back to square one.
I've now been living alone for six months. It's something I've never done before and it has its advantages. The silence, that's an advantage. Cleaning whenever I want. Full control of the TV. It's going all right, but it's not the most optimal way of life.
At the end of the day, to come home to an empty house, to eat alone, watch the news alone and go to bed alone isn't as good as the alternative. Just the everyday routine of having a cup of coffee together and talking about your day or watching the news together - you don't get that when you live alone.
Easter has always been a big holiday, especially for my Malin and me since we were usually apart for Christmas. The best one was 1999, when I had just moved down a few months previously and everything was going great. The excitement, the planning, the shopping. Going to the runned down neighbourhood pub for drinks, the supermarket, Malin quitting early, experimenting in the kitchen on Good Friday with a recipe that turned out so good I've made it every Easter since.
The rest of them were much the same, always a lot of shopping and cleaning and cooking, followed by food and movies and decorations. (And some church going.) Last year Easter was completely ruined by both of us getting the vomit sickness. (Bleurgh!) and the year before that Malin was working. And this year it will be the first that I will celebrate alone. It won't be the same, but I'll buy groceries for Easter food and decorate and prepare for a four day food and TV (and some church) marathon.
I feel that my life can't really start until I get a real home again. I just want to either get a home - or fix this condo up until it becomes home. Then my life can continue. It's OK though, because I have very low expectations on all holidays this year. Christmas I didn't really care about since it was the first since the divorce, and it'll be the same with Easter. Next round of hollidays will be different. Goodness, I'm tired. Off to bed with me for another work week tomorrow.
Easter is coming up next week. The last Easter I was single was in 1998 when I was in high school and living with my parents. Talk about going back to square one.
I've now been living alone for six months. It's something I've never done before and it has its advantages. The silence, that's an advantage. Cleaning whenever I want. Full control of the TV. It's going all right, but it's not the most optimal way of life.
At the end of the day, to come home to an empty house, to eat alone, watch the news alone and go to bed alone isn't as good as the alternative. Just the everyday routine of having a cup of coffee together and talking about your day or watching the news together - you don't get that when you live alone.
Easter has always been a big holiday, especially for my Malin and me since we were usually apart for Christmas. The best one was 1999, when I had just moved down a few months previously and everything was going great. The excitement, the planning, the shopping. Going to the runned down neighbourhood pub for drinks, the supermarket, Malin quitting early, experimenting in the kitchen on Good Friday with a recipe that turned out so good I've made it every Easter since.
The rest of them were much the same, always a lot of shopping and cleaning and cooking, followed by food and movies and decorations. (And some church going.) Last year Easter was completely ruined by both of us getting the vomit sickness. (Bleurgh!) and the year before that Malin was working. And this year it will be the first that I will celebrate alone. It won't be the same, but I'll buy groceries for Easter food and decorate and prepare for a four day food and TV (and some church) marathon.
I feel that my life can't really start until I get a real home again. I just want to either get a home - or fix this condo up until it becomes home. Then my life can continue. It's OK though, because I have very low expectations on all holidays this year. Christmas I didn't really care about since it was the first since the divorce, and it'll be the same with Easter. Next round of hollidays will be different. Goodness, I'm tired. Off to bed with me for another work week tomorrow.
