So it’s a few months on, or a couple anyway, since I moved into my sister’s house. It’s going okay, but it’s an adjustment going from the autonomy of my own place to the perceived restrictions of sharing a place.
And it’s only going to get to be more–once I move to L.A., I don’t see having my own apartment, at least for awhile. I don’t know if I’ll ever live alone again, actually. It might be roommates and then, if I get married, a wife. I don’t think I appreciated that autonomy as much as I should have when I had it.
I love being alone, especially in public. This is partially just the attraction of zigging while zagging, which I equate to having my cake and eating it too. Example: sitting in a coffee shop with headphones on. People all around me, but I don’t really have to interact with them. I can just be by myself…with others.
One thing I noticed also is not getting a lot of computer work done as I don’t spend as much time at the coffee shops, mostly because of money. I’m so used to doing the work in a coffee shop, though, that it can be hard to do it in a different setting, i.e. at home. Just doesn’t feel right. Too many distractions at home, or at my sister’s, methinks.
The thing is this: one should not have to have a certain environment, to have things a certain way, in order to get this work done. Writing at home feels a lot different from writing in a coffee shop, sure. It comes down to how badly the work needs to get done. Circumstances will not always be ideal. Do the work anyway.