I'm currently sitting alone on my couch in an empty house, and I'm listening as frogs sing outside and thunder rolls in the background. It's South Georgia in the dead of summer, so of course a huge thunderstorm just rolled through.

There's a half-eaten plate of fries beside me that I definitely should not have wasted my money on. I just finished watching a new Netflix movie. You know the kind—the strong female lead in her late teens or early twenties triumphs from a disaster and wins back her love interest. Wait, I just described every chick flick on Netflix, didn't I? Oops. Spoiler alert.

I pick up my phone and scroll through Instagram and see picture after picture of people enjoying luxurious vacations. I long to be in a tropical paradise somewhere without a worry in the world. Then I come back to reality, and I realize that I may not be trapesing across mountain ranges or snorkeling with dolphins, but I'm content.

This is my life.

I'm a twenty-two-year-old girl who lives alone. I work all day, then I come home, cook supper, and binge watch whatever the hell I want to on Netflix. (Because really, why would I ever go through the hassle of getting—and paying for—cable when I have unlimited entertainment for only $8 a month?) I go to bed early, and the cycle begins again as soon as I wake up to my horrid alarm.

This is my life.

Yes, it sounds pretty damn boring, but hear me out. I'm proud of my life. I'm a twenty-two-year-old girl who can afford to live alone. I work all day at a job that is in a field I actually went to college for. I come home and cook supper for myself, and, on my lazy days, I'm okay with eating a jar of Nutella for supper. It's my house, so I get to do what I want. The obvious upside of living alone is always getting to choose what to watch on TV. I mean, come on, boyfriends aren't always that crazy about hearing the same episode of Gilmore Girls for the third time. I go to bed early and try to get eight hours of sleep so that I can do the same thing over again the next day—except maybe go for a salad instead of the whole jar of Nutella.

Judge me if you may, but my boring life is leading me down the right path. I'm not roaming around the world like some of you are, but right now, I'm doing the best that I can. This is my life, and I'm proud of it.