The Charmed Life Of The Single Woman

I am going to try to stay in my lane, because I hardly represent the single woman: I was only single for a year and then proceeded to throw myself into coupledom with a revenge, what with 167 accounts of change in lifestyle, including moving continents, entering the existence of two children - as well as the endlessly disheartening part of leaving my dog in the care of my mother.

Mostly disheartening because they are SO happy without me.

I was only single for a year, okay. But what a year.

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I thought about it the other day as I was in bed and - how could I put this into words.


I just wanted to be left alone.

January, which is a very summerey and holidayey month in New Zealand, had been all about being on vacation which is a thing I haven’t really done in years. Entertaining the children, trying to enjoy jumping from cliffs since it seems to be one of the Kiwi’s favorite pastimes, at the same time as feeling a pit of guilt because I was living in this miracle of a non-covidey bubble while m…