Saturday, August 16, 2008

Alone, but not lonely.

There is a difference. A big one.

I enjoy living alone. I do miss The Boy, but I think I am getting more quality time with him now than I have in a long time.

That would be one of the many differences between my sister and I. I enjoy alone, and it doesn't make me lonely. She (I believe) is terrified of alone. She spends two nights in a row without visitors and she is lonely.

Might be the age difference (only five years)but it seems that she is most worried about ending up alone. I, on the other hand, figure I have done my time, eleven years with TBF (Karla Holmoka only got 12). My plan is at around 65 (if I make it that long) I will find an old guy at the home to hang out with.

But for now, alone is fantastic.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Being alone is infinitely preferable to being stuck with the wrong person! (What an odd saying "the wrong person" - as if there were only one wrong person rather than the unbelievable number of them available. lol)

Just sayin' hi and adding my two cents. :)