Black Friday_(1)

It was the last Friday in November. Recently the one day a year where it’s almost acceptable to hurt somebody in order to get a few pounds off of a television. I didn’t care much for Black Friday. Don’t get me wrong, a girl loves to shop, but I wasn’t the biggest fan of people. I don’t do close spaces, being pushed and shoved as I try to look at something. I much prefer shopping online, however sometimes it just isn’t the same as seeing what you’re buying.

As I sat at home looking through the thousands of deals on Amazon, I couldn’t help but procrastinate. I lay on my king size bed in my barely knee high silk purple nightie scrolling up on my iPhone. Deal after deal, discount after discount, on toilet paper and toothbrush heads. I lay wondering to myself, “Who buys toilet paper for Christmas?”

At 22 years old I had recently moved out. I lived in a small 3 bed new build on an estate that popped up from nowhere. I wanted the space and independence and splashed out as soon as I could to get on to the housing ladder. Memories of moans from my parents echo in my ears, “When are you moving out Ellie?… How much have you saved?… You’re old enough to live on your own aren’t you?”

I sighed. It was fine to leave it all behind, I was happy to have some space from the chores and the whining but there was something missing. There’s being “home alone” and there’s being “lonely at home”. I was leaning more and more towards the latter as the weeks went by. Occasionally I would have a few friends over and we would eat pizza, watching the x factor in comfy pyjamas.