Being Alone : Storytime

So as some of you may or may not know, November has decided that American life was too much for her and has decided to drop out of school and join a family of elephants in South Africa.


For real though, November is in South Africa for a little under two weeks for her mandatory study abroad trip. Why you have to travel to another country in order to graduate with a Bachelor’s degree, I’ll never know.

Either way, I’m sure you guys will hear all about it when she gets back. That being said, November and I haven’t spent a day apart in years. Now I know what you’re thinking: “I know those are the words I read, but there must have been a weekend or something when you weren’t together. What about when you were teenagers?” Yeah, no. Even when one of us decides to leave the house or go out of town, there isn’t a day where we haven’t at least talked to each other, or texted each other for a few minutes, even if just to check in and make sure everything is alright. With one of us being in another country however, it makes it difficult when there may or may not even be wifi or any way to communicate.

What I’m trying to say is: it’s been weird. November left this morning and I’m not really sure what to do with myself. This means going grocery shopping by myself, running errands by myself, and making the drive into work and school alone. So far it’s been going pretty well.

Saturday 4/29 – Day 1:

Before leaving, November asked that I take the puppers to get groomed (they really needed their nails trimmed and ears cleaned). So I made an appointment and took them up to the groomer, but after dropping them off, I learned that it might take 2 hours for them to be ready to pick up.

What am I supposed to do for 2 hours? See, I could have sat at home for two hours and then just went and picked them up, but did I really want to sit at home with my parents for any longer than I had to? I don’t think so. So I did what any sane person would do, I drove around to all these random stores and did absolutely nothing productive. I went to Target, Office Depot, Chick-fil-a (it was like 100 degrees out, where else was I supposed to get a lemonade), and Walmart.

Here’s something I’ve never considered before: if I was single, and living alone, what would I eat to stay alive? No, I couldn’t do that, I’d eat nothing but garbage for two weeks and then have November come back to me being ill asking for a real meal. I purchased a list of food I think could last me at least a week, maybe two if I really stretched it out:

  • Flour tortillas (for tacos, wraps, quesadillas, etc.)
  • Potatoes
  • Two boxes of dry pasta
  • Uncooked Jimmy Dean sausage (for breakfast)
  • Tortilla chips
  • Saltines
  • Some Little Debbie Swiss Rolls (guilty pleasure)
  • Texas Toast

Now this works because I already have ground beef (see: flour tortillas) and some pepperoni at home (see: saltines). I got this. Yeah, totally got this.

So with that out of the way, I get a call from our groomer saying that the dogs are all clean and ready to be picked up. Now, I don’t think I have ever looked more out of it than when I was trying to control two anxious dogs who just got a bath they didn’t want to get in the first place and are just ready to go home while trying to pay the cashier who is just trying to make small talk. My card transaction was cancelled because I was busy trying to untangle Mickey’s leash from the display because he saw another dog and decided now was the time to make a friend, so I had to do it all over again.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good first day trying to keep up with life by myself. It makes me really realize and appreciate just how much November does for me and how much easier she makes my life. It’s nice having a partner in life.

I may or may not keep posting updates as the days go on. Let’s see how the rest of this week goes.

Catch you later – E

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