Light is the New Black

One year ago I decided to live on my own. It doesn’t sound like much, but for me it was the thing I wanted the most, the thing I feared the most, and the thing I knew would bring me closer to the person I wanted to be (on that note, your gut feeling is ALWAYS right.) I knew that I was going to live in Portsmouth for one more year while studying my master’s, and that my job paid just about enough to finally go for it. I did the maths and the overthinking and then I went house hunting across the city, with my only condition being that the place was unfurnished. After all, it had always been my dream to decorate my first house – where I had, I just knew I had, to live on my own. The first studio was awful. Tiny, smelly, cheap in every way. I was close to taking it only because it would have been mine. That’s how badly I wanted something of my own. The second place, however, was perfection. A one bedroom flat in the city centre at a price beyond reasonable became my home for the next 12 months. I put all my energy and enthusiasm into furnishing it as quickly as I could while sleeping at my best friend’s house. I must have done it all in less than a week, though. Charity shops, friends’ generosity and some savings made this flat look like everything I had ever dreamed of. And then, I moved in. And I cried. A lot.  [...]