Day 2 – Today, I sit at home
all by myself. Bec came home for her
trimester break and her and Debbie have gone to Florida for a few days. I am happy that the two of them went away
together, as this is a good school break for Bec and a great chance for some
mother-daughter bonding. This is odd for
me, as I am the one who is usually away…now I am home alone in our house. But what about the canine company you
ask? They have gone away, as well, to
“Doggie Daycare” – that is right they get a vacation too! Actually, they are vacationing because I
leave the house for work early and come home late – too long for them to go
without me walking into the house and finding a present waiting for me (and I
do not mean the gift-wrapped variety).
It is weird being on the other side…
Day 3 – This morning, I realize
that over the past 18 years, I have gotten familiar with the sounds that the
house makes, or so I thought. I was
sitting here eating breakfast, and I heard an unusual clicking sound. I never heard that before…and off I went to
find out what it was. I crept into the
basement where the sound was coming from, a drop of cold sweat running down my
forehead. Yes, I was nervous for what I
might find. Click, click, it got a little
louder. As I came down the steps, I
realized that it was the sound of metal expanding as the water heater was
running. Like the human body, the house
has its gurgles and pops which I used to know.
I guess that I am more used to hearing Debbie or the girls moving around
or hearing the padding footsteps of the dogs.
Day 4 – I travel for work, so
there are times where I am away for one to two weeks. My days are full, as being on-sight provides
focus and I get to accomplish many things.
At the end of the day, after dinner (usually by myself), I retire to the
hotel room that I am staying in. It is a
room, with a bed. I generally read,
write or zone out to something on TV. I
am a bit lonely, but am okay being in the smaller area. Being limited in what is available for me to
do means I come prepared to be alone. Being
in a comparatively bigger space, our house, is a different story. This is clearly a case where circumstances
are reversed, as the sound of the silence bounces non-existently off the walls,
floor and ceiling. I find that I look
for things to do, not necessarily in the house (I am not a homebody) so as not
to be alone, more so than when I travel…
Day 5 – Today, I am
excited! After work I will bring home
the dogs, and then later tonight, Debbie and Bec return home. I look forward to having life (other than my
own) in the house. While I am happy they
were away, did their own thing and had a great time, a piece of me is VERY EXCITED to have them come safely
home. Like a kid walking into the candy
store with enough money to buy the candy bar of one’s choice, I feel the same
feeling.
Day 6 – They are home! They took a late flight in and uber
home. I decided at the last minute to
surprise them, so off I went to the airport with the dogs. Yes, I was excited to see them. They both had a great trip, a good time and
happy for the opportunity to spend the time together. Last night, I went to sleep comforted by the
sounds I hear in the house, I slept the best sleep in days and happily woke up
listening to the sounds in the house I recognize and comfort in sensing the
body next to mine. All is good and right
in the universe once again. :)
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