A little something about nothing

Time Alone

Since I've become an adult and had multiple friends move out on their own I have always heard people say how the love living on their own. I have always thought they were crazy. I like having people around...I am too much of a talker!

That mind set changed this weekend. Mark went to Chicago to visit his sister. He had invited me, but I felt it was best having time apart, not to mention saving money never hurts. He left Thursday evening and returned last night around 7. I had planned on getting some heavy duty cleaning done that I've been putting off and rent some girly movies. I loved this weekend. I didn't do anything exciting, but loved every moment of it. I have a new appreciation for being alone and honestly think I could live on my own. I told this to Mark and I don't think he took it very well. I wasn't telling him I ready to move out, but I think he never worried about it since he knew I hated being alone.

When he got home we had a few drinks and talked about our weekends. Typically when we are apart for a few days we end up talking until we go to sleep trying to catch up. Not this time. Around 11:30pm or so he looked at me and said he was talked out, which means he was ready to go on his computer. I didn't make a big deal of it, but thought it was odd. Maybe this living alone thing is a better idea than I thought!!