Dec 08

Confessions of a Single Girl Who Lives Alone

The beautiful thing about moving to Korea was that I could finally have my own place. Let’s face it, even with good jobs right out of college, most of us millennials can’t afford to live without roommates; unless we have a significant other to shack up with, we find ourselves sharing a roof with other single twenty-somethings, attempting to abide by the laws of cohabitation and trying not to have a meltdown at our roommate’s hairballs, mold encrusted dishes, and other disgusting habits.


But the truth is, we all have some pretty disgusting habits. We are all a little strange, and when living with others we work to suppress our weirdness in an effort to convince people that yes, I really am a totally normal, emotionally stable, well-adjusted person. We clean up after ourselves; we limit our shower singing; we keep our clothes on.


I’m here to tell you, though, that when you live alone… all that goes flying out the window.


As a single girl who lives alone, here are my confessions:


The first thing I do when I walk in the door is take off my pants.


My house is generally a mess. But if I know someone is coming over, I’ll spend an hour frantically cleaning. Then, when the person arrives, I’ll say, “Sorry my house is such a mess. I haven’t had time to clean!”


You know those ridiculous dance parties the girl in the movies has where she slides around in her socks and dances like a dork and sings into her hairbrush? Those are real. (But not nearly as cute).



I spend an inordinate amount of time staring at myself in the mirror making weird faces.



If I run out of dishes, I’ll just find something else to drink from: an old jar, a measuring cup, the blender. Nothing will stop me from drinking the wine.




I do everything from my bed. Eat, watch TV, drink wine, paint my nails, blow dry my hair. Then I wonder why I wake up in a pile of cornflakes.


I fart out loud. Like, really loudly. I know boys like to think that the only thing that comes out of a girl’s butt is rainbows, but I can assure you that we women are gaseous creatures.



I talk to myself out loud. I ask myself questions–and sometimes answer them.



When I’m feeling emo I sometimes do interpretive dances to Adele.


Table manners? What table manners? Meal time is like a call of the wild feeding frenzy.



I say things into the mirror to see what I look like saying them.



If I’m sad, I’ll have one of those really loud, ugly cries that you didn’t think anyone actually did. Then I will drown my sorrows by eating ice cream straight from the carton. In my bed, of course.



My neighbors have probably seen me walking around naked.

Well, if I wasn’t already doomed to a life of singlehood my fate is sealed for sure now. And I’m not even including the black hole of facebook I can get sucked into for hours on end… Ah well, can anyone relate?

  • living alone rocks!

    • KaleenasKaleidoscope

      Totally! I don’t know how I’m going to ever go back to living with someone else! haha

    • Totally! I don’t know how I’m ever going to survive living with someone else!

  • Haha living alone definitely has its perks!

    • KaleenasKaleidoscope

      haha it sure does! think I’ll go utilize those perks right now and eat a tub of ice cream. shhhh don’t tell! 😉

  • Suzi Que

    Hahaha I can totally relate! I lived alone in Korea and related to every single point you wrote! Add to that eating really strange combinations of food as well…

    • KaleenasKaleidoscope

      oh my gosh, I actually meant to include that and totally forgot! haha! I make some really weird leftover bowls…

  • Oh my God this was hilarious!! I just moved to Korea and am living alone for the first time. I can relate to just about all of these, especially doing everything from your bed. It took my school a month and a half to get me a desk and chair so it was literally a choice between the bed and floor and of course, the bed won haha.

    — Mel // http://www.marevoli.com

    • KaleenasKaleidoscope

      Thanks! Haha yeah, I totally just lived from my bed for 2 years. Occasionally I would sit on my floor just to mix things up though–especially in winter with the ondol heating! Glad you finally got a chair! 😉