.. to me.
It’s official: I’ve been single for two years – roughly. I don’t recall exactly the date of when I broke up with my last “real” relationship. But who wants to remember that date anyways?
I’m not absolutely depressed about being single, but I’m not exactly ecstatic about it either. I embrace the days where my friends are fighting with their boyfriends/dates (which is ever so sad), but I also throw fits of jealousy when I see them happily engaged in such a loving relationship.
Hey – at least I’m honest.
When I visited my aunt in LA, she asked “Do you have a boyfriend?” I responded “No… no time”. That is essentially true when you’re a young female professional! My aunt responded so proudly “That’s a very good way of thinking!”
I feel as though my entire family approves of being single … until you suddenly get married. As if there is no “actual relationship” that goes on in between single life and marriage.
When I came home to Toronto, I told my mom about the conversation with my aunt. My mom said to me “It’s not so much you don’t have time.. it’s just that you haven’t found the right one.” You always were too smart for my own good, Mom.
With that being said, here is a short list of why I have loved being single thus far:
- I can dress super scandalous and sexy on my nights out without having to worry about what some boyfriend would think
- I can give more time and love to my closest and best friends and family
- I can meet new guys and flirt with no feeling of guilt or commitment
- I can focus on achieving my dreams of moving to LA without worrying about leaving behind someone I truly love
- I take more time in learning about myself in new ways and new experiences
- I travel way more than I ever have in my life and met new and interesting people
At the end of the day, if I really wanted someone in my life, I could have him right now. But I’m just not willing to settle. Being single can be hard at times, but my life wouldn’t be adventurous and interesting if it was too easy.