Just me

Nick is away for work.

It’s great to have the tiny house to myself, as it’s actually a nice size for one person.

I can work out each day, on my own schedule.

I can watch stuff that I probably wouldn’t if he was around, like the People vs. O.J. Simpson.

I can carry on with my sub-par eating habits, like cooking the same old pasta with vodka sauce or preparing a really boring salad.

I can sleep really early and be in bed before 9 pm.

And then I can wake up without an alarm, and have my quiet coffee and internet time.

All of this is lovely. I appreciate solitude very much and regularly need my time alone, even when he is here.

But this weekend — sipping cider at a bar in town on my own, and exploring tide pools at the beach surrounded by families — I felt what it would be like without him.

And now, I can’t wait for him to come home.