There’s a lot to appreciate about the single life. You can go where you want to go without checking in with anyone. Financial decisions are autonomous, and – one of the best aspects – you have total control over the remote.
That’s not to say it’s all roses, but for many of us, living alone doesn’t take too long to get used to. I wonder. How long does it take to get over it?
After years of the freedom that singleness brings, is there such a thing as being single for too long? Do people get to a place where they’re set in their ways and sharing life with a partner is just too much of an adjustment?
I wonder that as I notice that every closet in my house is full. I contemplate the question when I ignore the ringing phone ‘cause I don’t feel like talking. I think about it when I get up before 5 a.m. to update my resume or write a new blog entry.
How much would a relationship change my life? Would I have to downsize the wardrobe? How do you force yourself to have a conversation if you’re not in the mood? Is it rude to wake up before the sun rises if your man is still asleep?
How hard would it be for “me” to become a “we”?
I’ve heard various things from my married friends. Some eased into the coupled lifestyle easily. Others might prefer an on-and-off switch for their mates.
The good news is that even those who may miss some of the independence of singleness feel they’ve gotten more in return.
So, that may very well be the secret: partnering with someone whose greatness outweighs the benefits of being single.
From what I observe, it takes a lot to combine two lives and make it work, but when it does work, sharing the remote seems like a small sacrifice in return.