My house guest left yesterday after an eight day visit. It was great having him here, but while I’m glad to have the place back to myself and am no longer tripping over his suitcases, the apartment feels empty and quiet and I’m reminded of why I’d always enjoyed having roommates. I’ve lived alone for four years now. Aside from a short period from ’78-’79, I had roommates my entire life, even when I had live-in boyfriends. Weird to suddenly have this “alone” feeling again. Anyway, Shelley is getting extra hugs today.
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