Still Home

I often wonder if the house is too much for me.  It's got two extra bedrooms and much more garage than my cute little zippy car needs.  But, it's mine.  I like having a blue house with a nice backyard and a wall that looks like it's bricks but it's not.

Usually, my mind drifts around until I decide, with certainty, I'm glad I've got the house to myself.  I'm not ready for a roommate, or even a long-term visitor.  It's kind of amazing how even low-maintenance visitors put a strain on the hostess.  I think I'm pretty sensitive to that.  I like my space.  Sometimes it amazes me when I look back and realize how comfortable I was with Michael close by.  We did fit quite well.  Maybe someday, there'll be another who can sort of be in that place, but for now, I'm glad it's just me.

Besides, it'd be hard to share the living room while I'm doing my Dance Central exercise times!  I managed 22 minutes the other day.  I plan better now, with two water bottles close by.

Maybe it's that I've risen to the challenge of managing myself.  Still wouldn't say I'm perfect at it, by any means.  Losing my keys, forgetting the water bill wasn't an online auto-payment, there are still lessons to learn.

But I'll learn them best on my own.