Solitary Confinement

{Last Summer}

I used to dread my weekends alone. The thought of waking up to a beautiful sunrise I couldn't share. The total and unforgiving quiet of my place. Eating standing up at the sink from the leftover container because the thought of going through all that trouble to dirty one single solitary plate seemed senseless. After a while I got used to it. I would know in advance what days I had free and fill them with trips to the farmer's market, movies (going alone isn't that bad because you don't talk in there anyway), getting takeout from the places only I like to eat from.. ie. Rally's. (I know. Don't judge me.), walking my puppy Norman through my favorite parks, and spending time with my friends who make me feel loved every single day. Now that's not to say it isn't still difficult and at times I feel sad, or that having someone to share this time with wouldn't be meaningful, but for me, it has become the opportunity to be myself separate from work and responsibility. I am me, in all its simplicity. Because in the end, I'm just a girl. Sing it Gwen.

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