Home Alone

Sometime in 2003

I more than just appreciate my space; my solitude. I absolutely adore it, I need it and I may be addicted to it. Nonetheless I recently found myself imagining a time when I came home from work to be warmly greeted by a loving family. I found myself asking if this had ever been the case.

Because I've been a shift worker for my entire career in this City, I found myself coming home at various different hours of the day and night. So early that I'm waking everyone up to get them ready for school; early enough to pick them up from school, or so late that they're already sleep.

Certainly my kids were always happy to see me - my mental has vanquished most memories of their mother, with the exception of complaining, etc. Thus, that 1950's era homecoming was not a reality for me. I wonder what it would be like? (Not enough to build such a situation, however.)

Happy Birthday Monique... 1-16-16

I live in a three bedroom row-home in Philadelphia. I use only half of the house. I spend my of my time in what was originally the dining room, but has been converted into a home office, a photography studio and most recently an "exercise space" and the bedroom. I imagine my next home base will be much smaller, even it's one-third this size, I will be able to handle it. I think I could use less. However, I'm not looking to settle once I get this molecule moving again.

Okay.. thought over.

Add one more Birthday to this year. Happy Birthday Monique. I was very honored to be invited It was a great event. It was great to see how your relationship with Mike has blossomed and remained strong. It gives me hope.

I'll have to make a lot of changes if I'm going down that road again.