Ponderings

Buy A Home, They Said

It’s been two years today since I moved into home sweet tiny home. A year ago, I put a post on Instagram admitting that despite setting down roots, I had left my house for the majority of the year and had learned that I don’t like living alone.

A year later, I still don’t love living by myself. However, I’ve made peace with it. Part of it is due to the amazing help I’ve received from my parents to make the place feel truly mine. There are now plants growing in the front and backyard; we built a deck, which now has actual furniture on it; we remodeled the garage for a big project I have ahead. My house has never felt uncomfortable or lacking homey-ness, but the silence in it was constantly making me feel lonesome. As if: what good was such a wonderful space without someone to share it with?

My life — at least from an employment perspective — has changed a lot in the last year. While a year ago I was working a remote job, usually desperate for human interaction by the end of the day, I now work two in-person jobs. I once relished talking to strangers, but now it sometimes feels like all my life is. And yes, talking with strangers at my jobs can feel like it used to: amusing, funny, engaging, fulfilling. But it can equally feel draining, patronizing, and insulting. At the end of a long or exhausting work day, I find myself in one of two states. It’s either, “Oh my god, I just talked to so many strangers that all I want to do is call someone I love because they actually know me and unconditionally accept me for who I am.” Or, it’s: “Oh my god, I just talked to so many strangers that all I want to do is get in my car, drive home in silence, cook dinner in silence, and go to bed. IN SILENCE.” My social battery, once practically limitless for everyone, now only has a finite reserve for new people; it only feels charged or stable around my closest friends and family. And sometimes, the only thing that can recharge it is my little abode, left to my own thoughts.

I still feel lonely in the place at times, but there’s a real difference between feeling lonely and being alone. I have so many people who care about me just a call, text, bike ride, or short drive away, that my house could never make me feel actually isolated.

I don’t regret buying this house in the slightest. Home ownership can be a terrifying thing at times, but it’s stretched me in innumerable ways and will keep adding value to my life. And maybe one day I’ll share it with someone, too.

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Emotional Content

May 20, 2025