Summer

Summer has started. This may not come as news to many of you, but it just hit me. Amy left for camp, and my job ended all in the same week. This is a big change of pace for me, having spent the last year in a state of full on co-habitation. I've always been used to having time to myself, what with the temporary nature of subbing, but also farther back than that. I've spent a lot of time alone in my life. Not in a "feel sorry for me, lonesome woe is me sob sob" kind of way, or as a reflection on my oft rocky past with women, but in a literal sense. I have logged in a significant number of hours by myself. And I enjoyed many of these alone hours, I have a lot of solitary pursuits I am more than happy to take part in. (That makes it sound like I touch myself too much, but I was thinking about books, games, writing, etc.) Only in the last year or so has it come to feel normal to have someone in the house all the time, someone who is family. I spent 5 or 6 years living with various roommates, and I didn't ever feel like apartments with roommates were home.

This co-habitation business is different though. It really does feel like my house is my home again, and having half of my home leave for the summer really takes a lot out of my house.