Let’s set the scene, make it a little intimate. I’m at home, my mom’s home, and to a certain degree, my home. Mostly her home – I’m a temporary resident, by choice, or so I say.
I always underestimate the satisfaction that alone-time can bring me. I forget how much I appreciate being alone until I take the time to do so. I work for, and with other people, I take classes with other people, and I live with other people. I don’t have much time to be alone.