Been a while. He was gone a few weeks, then I left for several weeks with my mom's surgery, then he house-sat again. We have missed whole phases of each other's growth.
As delicious as it is to live alone, I do better with another human around. It keeps me socialized. I orient. I have perspective. I do the dishes and take out the garbage. I belong to a society, however small, and I feel responsible to it.
For years I lived in large group houses -- 14 people, 12 people, 10 people. You actually have more privacy in the big ones. One of them had been named "The Home Pride Association" by one of the founders. The whole two years I lived there, I kept wondering why she named us after a brand of bread.
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