Roger went back to work today, and after two weeks of having people around all the time, I'm back to my usual hermitage. Part of me is luxuriating in the ability to watch MSNBC completely guiltlessly, but I have to admit, part of me misses the companionship.
It's odd - the older I get, the more introverted I am. In my twenties, I avoided my own company so assiduously that there were nights when I only hit my apartment long enough to change clothes. But then again, back in my twenties, I didn't really know or much like myself, so it's not really surprising that I avoided me as much as possible.
Eventually, I grew into my skin and was ok with occasional solitude - and of course, that's when I fell in love with Roger, and didn't have to be alone anymore (funny how that works - almost as if I had to become a person I could love before someone else could love me.)
Then, of course, Hank came into my life, and with him came pretty much enforced solitude - teleworking is great for getting things done, but it does leave you out in the cold a lot, and then retirement took even that thin fiber lifeline away. Oddly enough, I'm comfortable with solitude now... but I know it's not healthy for me. It's good that I'm going to be re-integrating with the family - but I'm going to enjoy the next couple of months alone while I have it.
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