Wow. Just got home – to an empty home. My son came for a visit. We had a really good visit. We talked, laughed a bit, even learned a little more about each other. We did an overnight trip to Florida’s west coast, airboat ride, out to eat, those kind of things. Truly, a good visit. I will miss him.
What I noticed coming through my apartment door…I was alone. Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to being alone, but, it was a nice change to have someone here to talk to, watch tv with, knowing they are here when I wake. Makes me think, maybe I do need a companion. Just, what kind of companion? This seems to be unattainable due to my ridgid standards – if I can even call them that.
Maybe, it would be better to say, I am picky. So picky, that I have been on my own for almost 10 years. That’s not to say I haven’t dated, I have and there is always something – too this, too that, doesn’t matter, it’s just much more than I can, or want to, deal with.
I want someone to be there for me, take care of me, even love me, and with that love, understand that I need my ‘me’ time. Being such an introvert, (actually, an introvert with extrovert tendencies), I need that down time. Not necessarily time to reflect, just time to recharge, you know – renew my game. Game. lol whatever.
That’s all I got for now. I will have more, as writing has been nagging me more and more these days. I say nagging, but really, it’s more like urge. I feel an urge to write. Write what? That’s what I’m working on.
Stay tuned…
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