Tonight is one of those nights in our home where everybody mostly keeps to themselves. My particular brand of keeping to myself involves sitting on the porch listening to Nick Drake radio on Pandora. Nothing like lots of Nick Drake, Bob Dylan, and Leonard Cohen to really, really make one feel alone.
It's an interesting feeling to be alone right now. Since returning from Annapolis on Spring Break, life has been a very hectic ride. A great hectic ride with visitor upon visitor at the sweet little home on Morris Street.
I was utterly exhausted last night after I got home from work. Two weeks plus of having people go in and out of your home, your day-to-day, your nights-on-the-town would exhaust you, too. To be honest, I wasn't sure how much longer I would last with running at full-speed, but it was too much fun to slow down for very long.
Now I'm well rested. And I am enjoying being alone. It is not a sad loneliness. It is just a peaceful solitary. Maybe because I know that I'm not really alone. La and Emily are upstairs just behind their doors. Almost everybody else is just a phone call away.
My sister, the only person I can't contact at will, is still my sister and that makes not being able to contact her okay. I know that doesn't make sense, but it kind of does. At least in my mind. And this is my blog.
It's nice to have the option of being surrounded and being alone. If both parts of me were to play rock-paper-scissors for the ultimate control of my soul, I'm pretty sure that they would both pull the same hand. Each and every time. (Unless one of them pulled out "rain of fire" from behind a red velvet curtain.)
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