Living Alone

Up until last night, I was a bachelorette for 5 days. I experienced living alone without Dru for a while. It was a strange experience.

I realized that I have always lived with someone else. I have been sharing since I can remember. Now don't get me wrong, I love my husband, and living with him is great. But sometimes it is nice to not have to worry about anyone else. I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted. I could go to bed and watch tv without bothering someone else. I could come and go without answering questions.

I could work from bed, when I was not feeling well. I have not been feeling well since last week. The pain has returned with a plan of its own. Has caused me to be at its mercy. I don't like it one bit. But I did like working from my bed. And now there is a body in my bed, and I am in the living room.

It is almost May. We have been living here for almost 1 year now. It seem's so strange to me. I have been working in the "real" world for a year now. I love my job. I can't even imagine doing something else for a living. I love the different things that I get to do. I love the flexability, I love working on different projects for different clients on a regular basis. I would go insane doing the same thing everyday.

So today I am grateful. Grateful that my hubby is home (even though I was getting good at being a bachelorette), Grateful for a great job, Grateful for owning a home, and Grateful that the sun is shining and I don't have to think about snow for at least 6 months.

And last but not least, my mommy is coming next week. YAY!!!