One in a series of articles about single life in London.
A quiet moment tapping away at the lap top in my South London flat provoked the question of how Carrie Bradshaw could have been so happy to mooch around her apartment tapping away on her PowerBook all alone. It did not take long for me to comparatively draw a conclusion.
Carrie Bradshaw’s apartment in New York, full from floor to ceiling with Milano Blahniks and Gucci handbags. Every other day a rather fit looking man would be strewn across her vintage, cast iron bed resembling an accessory she had casually thrown there in order to make the place look homely. On the days when he was shelved her impeccably well dressed friends would be providing Galliano inspired decor for the rustic loft apartment. If that failed she would be gracing a high class café on 5th Avenue with her stylish presence and was therefore absent from her apartment anyway.
With a quick consideration of my own London existence which involved a scout around my flat itself, a peek in my wardrobe, a glance at my bank statement and a look under the duvet I concluded quite easily that her lack of loneliness was easy to understand. The only moments Carrie Bradshaw spent in her enviously kitted out flat were moments of philosophy or outrageously unadulterated fun. In between all that there was no time to be lonely.
So I decided to stop taking myself to task about being alone and to embrace the moments I have to myself and be philosophical about it. It may be a little harder to fill my habitat with unadulterated fun but I could have a go, I like a challenge! I may have to live a microcosm of a Carrie Bradshaw lifestyle on a much less expensive scale but it could work for me. Who would know if the D&G shades on my bedside table were scavenged from Ebay? Who would know if my quirky, silk Chanel scarf was from the charity shop down the road? And who would know if the man strewn across my not so vintage double divan was not so much City Trader but (Camden Town) Market Trader? And more importantly who would care?
I guess there is a lesson in filling up your life with pleasures that you would not necessarily announce at the water cooler on a Monday morning because it is the richness of experience that grows your mind. But I think it is worth remembering that amongst those experiences there is nothing wrong with some ‘me time’ set aside for contemplation. Being strewn across my double divan all alone suddenly seems more appealing than it ever did before!
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