There is some beauty to living alone. Whenever it's a busy day or a day filled with tumultuous events, I like the feeling of opening my front door, dropping my keys on the ledge beside the wall and know that I can do whatever I want once I close the door behind me. It is a sanctuary to return to. I don't have to worry about grabbing dinner unless I really want to, or having to find a TV channel that is agreeable to others. I can walk about in my underwear and it's OK. I can just be me.
I'm not denying that it can be lonely at times, but I'm talking about these moments where you just want to do whatever you fancy and not have to consider others... It can be quite magical every now and then. And, there are the times when I'm simply grateful for the privacy of crying alone in my own space. That's all.
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I miss living alone too. Sigh.
Is that you Tetanus? Wouldn't have expected that you deign my blog worthy of more than a glance. Well, we always want what we don't have, don't we? As much as I value personal space, and yes, I do value it tons, there is nothing I wouldn't give to be able to wake up each day to a true love/lover by my side.
Yes, it is me. I have you in my RSS reader, actually. :)
"There is nothing I wouldn't give to be able to wake up each day to a true love/lover by my side."
You hit the nail on the head there…
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