For the past four months I have been single.
I should say, I have been happily single.
Earlier this year I left a undoubtedly awful relationship and struck out on my own. I did not want to be in a suffocating and controlling loving partnership anymore, so I packed my stuff and hit the road! Obviously it was more dramatic than all that, however in a nutshell, this is how I choose to remember things, but since then, I’ve been figuring out myself and my place in the world as a single female. It’s been a great split from the added stress and 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 loving relationship in the dead of summer. When I recall Summer romances, I suppose of how wet and tepid they were. I rarely can consider anything besides how gross our bodies felt when my buddy and I tried to cuddle or be close to each other. I have flashbacks to the terrible, tepid mornings of sweltering heat as I tried uselessly to fall asleep with a burning tepid body next to me. All these past experiences of wet, smelly bodies truly hasn’t inspired me to get out on the town this past summer. I’ve been joyously sleeping alone, basking in the air conditioning, chilly sheets, and 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 care about life, however, now that the weather is cooling down my temperature and relationship preferences are also changing.