Home and I

I love my home. I love it when my family is around me and with me. And I love it when I am all alone. The past few months have taught me to embrace solitude. The peace around me. Being able to think, being able to read, to exercise creaky finger muscles over the keyboard. The silence of the night is beautiful, broken only by the rustle of a page turning. And by Skippy's soft purring.

I long for my family to return, but until then I'm in love with the solitude. It is something to look forward to throughout the day. The moment I walk in through the door, all the vibes soaked up during my day at my workplace dissipate, and I am at peace again, with my thoughts clear in my head. My animals, my music and my books await me.

My workplace is undemocratic and stressful. My home in the house by the graveyard is peaceful.