For the past four months I have been single.
I should say, I have been happily single.
Earlier this year I left a absolutely bad relationship plus struck out on my own. I did not want to be in a suffocating plus controlling passionate partnership anymore, so I packed my stuff plus hit the road, but obviously it was more dramatic than all that, but in a nutshell, this is how I choose to remember things, but since then, I’ve been figuring out myself plus my place in the world as a single female. It’s been a fantastic split from the added stress plus pressures of being in a relationship. It’s also been the absolute best case scenario for timing – because nothing is grosser than being in a passionate relationship in the dead of summer. When I recall Summer romances, I know of how wet plus hot they were. I rarely can consider anything besides how gross our bodies felt when we tried to cuddle or be close to each other. I have flashbacks to the terrible, hot evenings of sweltering heat as I tried uselessly to fall asleep with a burning hot body next to me. All these past experiences of wet, odory bodies absolutely hasn’t inspired me to get out on the neighborhood this past summer. I’ve been joyously sleeping alone, basking in the air conditioner, chilly sheets, plus box fan that make me fall right to sleep. I have had no desire to add human heat to this mix while the cicadas have been singing. It’s shallow to say that the weather influences my cherish life, but, now that the weather is cooling down my temperature plus relationship preferences are also changing.