I have the day off from work, my beau has just left to go to school, and I find myself alone in an empty house.
I love being alone. I love the quiet, the break from having conversations; nothing but me and the thoughts in my head. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to be alone all the time, but it's definitely a nice break from the norm. I'm with people ALL DAY LONG. Talking all day long, listening all day long. The day is a never ending barrage of noises, sounds, talking, yelling, banging, knocking, kids calling my name, adults wanting me to converse with them.
Most days I drive home from work in silence; no radio.
So now here I sit, alone in my kitchen, the only sounds I hear are the clock ticking and the faint sounds of the washing machine. I sit here and plan what it is I will do today, just me by myself. The possibilities are endless. I've got no one to please, no one to accommodate, no clock to control where I need to be and what I need to be doing. I can do whatever I want.
I can even just sit here and take in the silence that surrounds me.
